Son #3 is here for Christmas. Because of reasons which will be disclosed and duly ranted about, he doesn’t have a shower at home at the moment. So we have decreed that he needs 3 showers before he is spick and span enough for visiting Big Brother (ie Son #1) on Boxing Day.
Thereby hangs a tale, I hear you say.
A tale of trials and tribulations indeed.
A year and a half ago an inept company went into liquidation and effectively made Son #3 homeless. Two moves later and with his life still packed in boxes, he is still no nearer to a permanent place. Bathing has become something that needs assistance and involves an electric chair, (not the lethal kind, at least so we hope,) and though he is top of the housing list, very few suitable properties are available.
In the meantime, Son #3 is enjoying the luxury of unlimited showers in a warm house. By the way, he did give his permission for this tale of woe. It helps relieves his sense of helplessness; I just hope he can get settled in 2014.
PS – We are having a great Christmas anyway.
Hope yours is good too.