Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Don't you hate it when...

...you get into the bath and you realise you have left your towel in your bedroom. It happened to me last night, but luckily the Female Parental Unit (FPU) was at home and this is the conversation that ensued:

Me, screaming as if I was at a concert: "Maaaaaa! Maaaaaaaaaa!"
FPU: Yes?
Me: I forgot my towels. Please can you bring them?
FPU: Where is it? In your room?
Me: Yeah, the two pink ones!
I hear her going into my room, and then walking back to the bathroom door. Silence.
Me: Are you there?
FPU: Yes.
Me: Then you can open the door. Nothing you haven't seen before! (After all she is my mother!)
FPU opened the door a small bit, and threw in my fluffy pink towels.
Happiness!

6 comments:

Deidre said...

Ok, reading this a. made me want to take a bath desperately - except that we don't have a bath tub! and b. I do this all the time. it's particularly bad in winter when the bathroom has been warmed up by all the steam but the rest of the house is cold!

Prixie said...

Deidre, point b is particularly torturous!

Azra said...

I hate forgetting my towel... I hate forgetting my underwear even more ;)

Lulu said...

The worst is when you're alone and you've forgotten your towel! Or even worse, he he, you're sitting on the toilet, and there is NO toilet paper...PS: Thanks for the help on the time settings.

tony said...

Love Is A Warm Towel!

Prixie said...

Azra: Even worse, forgetting it when you are staying at a friend's house!

Lulu: Ooh, that is worse! And my pleasure to help out!

Tony: You're so right! A warm, fluffy, freshly washed and dried in the sun towel!