I was looking for my razor in the bathroom cabinet this morning and it struck me just how much we have in there.
I say “we”.
For, I counted the number of items – bottles, creams, lotions, etc - that were stashed both in, and on top of, the cabinet.
Yes, twenty four.
Of which, four, belonged to me: a razor; a packet of spare blades; a stick of shaving soap and a bottle of Lynx shower gel.
Harry had just the one item in there: his own bottle of Lynx… cos he’s a little man now.
The remainder belonged to the two females in the house: Amelia and the current Mrs M.
Why do women need three different types of shampoo and two different kinds of conditioner, for chris’sake?
And different bath salts and shower gel.
And ‘special’ soap.
And cotton wool balls… what the hell are they for?
And cotton buds.
And teeny, tiny, little scissors.
And feminine hygiene… er, things.
And a… well, I don’t know what it is… it’s like a bit of lacy net curtain that’s been scrunched into a ball.
And those special razors made by Spear & Jackson (which reminds me: “Honey, it’s nearly Spring. You gonna be shaving those legs anytime soon?”)
And polythene packets with “LUSH” written on them that stink to high heaven.
And. And. And.
Anyway, I’ve had a bit of a tidy up in there and managed to reduce it a bit.
I threw away my empty bottle of shower gel.