The curtain rod in my shower frequently comes crashing down, like all things in this house/country/life. The nanny, who also washes the floor, cleans the bathrooms and does the laundry like Wonder Woman in her spare time told me it fell down again and she was going to wash the curtain because, well, it was in the tub anyway. Good idea, thanks! I said.
I just went upstairs and saw that the curtain was not back up and thought Damn. Now I can’t take a shower. Really? Am I this pathetic? It seems I might break my arm just going out to the line to get it myself or even, perish the thought, take a shower in one of the other four showers that are in this house.
On every level, what the hell is wrong with me?
PS – new photos
Four showers? Really? how big is this place?
ditto…… brat….
Actually, there are 5 showers – I didn’t count the one I was complaining about. One shower stall in downstairs bathroom, one tub/shower and one shower stall in upstairs hall bathroom and one tub/shower and one shower stall in master bathroom. I think they just had tubs with handheld spryaers at one point and then they put in shower stalls to keep the Americans happy. Then they put up proper curtain rods over the tubs, so you can put up a shower curtain. Now the 2 upstairs bathrooms have 2 showers each.