The Judge RANTS!
It's August! It's still bloody August!!
Washed my hair just now, and while the bath was running I went to put a towel at the top of the bath so that I could rest my head on it.
Bringing my hand up, I brushed it against a box of cotton buds which was on top of the cabinet...
...A recently-opened box of cotton buds...
...A recently-opened box of two hundred cotton buds.
The whole frigging lot fell in the bath.
Any spy camera in there would then have been treated to the sight of me - without my glasses on because of the steam, of course - playing an unwished-for game of indoor Poohsticks as the buds floated under the bath rack looking like a bonsai albino version of a Canadian river during the logging season.
I think I'll pretend it's September for the next week.