I swim regularly at the baths in town. I reckon, it saves the gas and I don't have to clean my bathroom after.
Also, swimming is excellent for doing things to my body that my body will be grateful for. Even if it doesn't yet appreciate the effort I'm giving over to its well-being.
Instead of complaining, it could be grateful once in a while, and leap out of bed with a cheery smile, rather than rise from its morning unconsciousness groaning like a soul dragged from the dead.
Anyway, I go swimming to lower my gas bill, wake up the body properly, and hopefully extend its life.
Over last year, I got the body to enjoy a slightly colder-than-tepid shower. I'm sure I've read how colder showers are good for bodies. They don't like them at first but over time they enjoy them.
I find this is partially true because this morning I arrive at the swimming baths to find the Powers That Be have 'upgraded' the showers. I now cannot set the temperature.
Result: I subject the body to what feels like boiling water spat from an unavoidable hose. This puts the body into a shrieking.
I complain at the desk. I prepare myself to be Mad Old Bag who already has cut-price access and is now complaining about things that everyone else likes.
Gratifying, the woman at the desk chirrups brightly, 'We've had loads of complaints about the showers!'
Expect nothing to happen regarding the shower temperature setting, and all my good work on cold-showering the body to be undone.
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