I have a morning routine.
I get up, put on my dressing gown, grab a towel from the banister and walk into the bathroom. I have a wee-wee. I only shave on Mondays and Wednesdays, unless I have an important meeting with some important or a presentation or something, but this is rare and avoided at all costs.
If it’s a shave day I shave, then shower. Otherwise I get straight in the shower. Hair, face, armpits, ‘bits,’ feet, always in that order. I get out, dry myself, ruffle my hair in the mirror (if I don’t I’ll have shit hair — well, shitter than usual — all day). Dressing gown on, I put my towel on the banister and go downstairs, put the kettle on. Two mugs; me on the right, whatshername on the right. A teaspoon of coffee in each. A splash of cold water in mine, milk in whatshername’s. Read the rest of this entry »
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