I woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept at all. I could think of only one thing: a hot shower. When I saw that our downstairs shower was completely blocked, and had three inches of stagnant water sitting in the shower recess, I retreated to the upstairs bathroom.
It wasn’t until I was in the shower that I realised I had forgotten to bring my shampoo, so I settled on using the kids ‘3-in-1’.
Yes, there is such a thing.
I looked down at my feet, enjoying that they weren’t planted in three inches of waste water when I noticed who I was sharing the shower with.
The biggest surprise is I’m actually having a great hair day, even in these cyclonic pre-spring Melbourne winds. Who knew the soap-shampoo-conditioner combo was such a triple threat?
Tomorrow I’m off to the Melbourne Writers Festival to see Benjamin Law, Marieke Hardy, staff of The New Yorker, Sloane Crosley, Gideon Haigh, and as many others as the program will allow. I’ll be back here to blog about it next week.