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inulroOur cottage at Whitby had a bathtub, and very nice it was too.
(For those of you who don't know, our house only has a shower. I miss having baths, especially when I'm not feeling well and a good long soak would be relaxing).
I have nearly 2 grand in the bank to pay off my loan 6 months early, which is kind of necessary with my new work arrangements.
But I'm sorely tempted to take it and get the bathroom re-done (there's room for a bathtub but everything would have to be moved around). Also, the bathroom is the only room in our house that's been recently decorated. If I'm going to blow the money it really should be on a new kitchen, or laminate flooring for the rest of the house.
But. It would be really, really nice to have a bathtub again.
In other news, it's my first Wednesday of not working. So far I haven't done anything particularly constructive. This week, my excuse is still needing to rest post-Whitby.
(For those of you who don't know, our house only has a shower. I miss having baths, especially when I'm not feeling well and a good long soak would be relaxing).
I have nearly 2 grand in the bank to pay off my loan 6 months early, which is kind of necessary with my new work arrangements.
But I'm sorely tempted to take it and get the bathroom re-done (there's room for a bathtub but everything would have to be moved around). Also, the bathroom is the only room in our house that's been recently decorated. If I'm going to blow the money it really should be on a new kitchen, or laminate flooring for the rest of the house.
But. It would be really, really nice to have a bathtub again.
In other news, it's my first Wednesday of not working. So far I haven't done anything particularly constructive. This week, my excuse is still needing to rest post-Whitby.
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Date: 2003-11-05 05:09 am (UTC)My flat in Paris was a pit. It had a shower that was literally a converted oil-drum in the kitchen, attached by rubber hoses. The flat was a step down from the boat I lived on before, and the shower on that once required me to dive into the Seine to Fix The Plumbing (and outdoor plumbing on a boat is scary).
So about once a week, I'd go to the Old Mosque (by the Jardin des Plantes) and steam in a proper Hamam for a bit, then sit and sip mint tea in the courtyard afterwards. Sheer bathing luxury, and I didn't even have any Mellie-products.