An unusual warm-up to a competition day
This morning, for reasons known only to my deepest subconscious I decided to give my shower a deep clean which is an unusual start to a competition day to say the least.
My shower has not been cleaned since I returned from Namibia which is an embarrassing number of weeks ago and along with ever more sluggish clearance of water in the shower tray, there was a certain malodorous scent given off every time I opened the shower cubicle door. The legacy of a pea trap blocked, I expect, by the reams of long hair which seem to vacate my head every time I step under the shower. I really should invest in Mr Muscle drain block shares because I suspect that by the regularity with which I use it, I am keeping the company in profit single-handed.
I had not intended to clean the shower. I had been wandering about, packing my kit bag and generally thinking about the race ahead, all done stark-bollock-naked (if that’s possible for a woman) when the sight of the tray and the thought of steeping my feet once again in something the colour of irish bog water got the better of me. I was down stairs rooting through the under-sink cupboard before I knew what I was doing and miscellaneous detergents, unctions and anti-bacterial wipes in hand later, I found myself on my knees spraying away and scrubbing with the zest of a cleaning convert.
Now we all know it is a mistake to start taking things apart when we really don’t have the time or, in fact the competence, but I found myself leaning across the shower tray and peering down into the hole where the water drains away into the sump. This was where the smell was coming from. Pocking my fingers down between the struts of the plug I removed it so that I could get a better look and attached to it came six inches of what was obviously (at some point) human hair but which had, over a period of time longer than I cared to consider, developed into some strange and amorphous alien organism which appeared to be moving of its own accord. But I know Dettol kills 99.9% of household germs – or at least that’s what it says on the bottle – so liberally dousing the walls, the tray and door in the stuff, I left it to do it’s business whilst I retired to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and eat a chocolate biscuit.