Stepped out of the shower this morning and was drying myself when I had a familiar and slightly disturbing experience…
Not on the walls or the floor or, heaven forbid, the ceiling. On my towel. Which was fresh out of the linen cupboard.
Ok – so I don’t have a linen cupboard, it was just off the pile of clean towels dumped on our spare bed, but that ain’t the point, right.
I repeat for effect. And because I found two spatters.
One little grouping initially. Then another slightly redder affair which stopped me in my drying tracks.
Hmmmm, I thought, as I stood slightly damp, examining the evidence.
Hmmmm, I thought, as I put aside the towel and rotated in front of the bathroom mirror.
No facial bleeding – no spots picked or nose bleeds or toothbrush injuries.
No chest bleeding.
No tummy bleeding.
No arm bleeding – from over zealous loofahing.
No foreleg bleeding – from epilating my calves yesterday.
No neck bleeding.
No back bleeding.
No hindleg bleeding … wait just a minute … there he is the little bleeder …
Back of my left thigh – just above the knee – it’s just a spot – no it’s a blob – no it’s a dribble.
I mop it up with a piece of loo roll. Press another piece on it hard to try and stop it.
It works! For once 🙂
I must confess. It was my fault. I Veeted that thigh today. Must’ve left it one a few seconds longer than I shoulda. Ooopsy daisy.
Just keeping an eye on my jeans now – these little ones have a habit of re-appearing when they’re least wanted ….