7 December, 2010
Live for the second
In very cold weather, it's difficult to heat my house beyond 12°C, so a hot shower is the most pleasant place to be, other than bed.
Yet under such circumstances the air temperature in my bathroom, next to the ill-fitting back door, is likely to be markedly below 10°C, which is only bearable whilst the jet of water is in direct contact with my body: cold air against wet skin is... breathtaking.
Which means I'm so busy keeping warm that it takes longer to wash, which means I lose more heat and leave the shower clean but shivering. Which means the whole experience is a sequence of variegated bliss and horror; I can't decide whether the net effect really is enjoyable.