I called Mum from my room.
That was the first Dad knew that I was joining them. Mum had kept it from him because she hadn't wanted a row about me sponging off them. He simply accepted it, as if it was always part of the plan (it was) that he had simply forgotten. It helps to be crafty sometimes - Mum's choice in this case, but it worked.
I had a bath.
I had a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful bath. One which I could get out of and not shiver, not worry about whether the towels were clean, not stress about stepping on birdfood (it gets everywhere).
Lovely.
I shaved everything below the waist too - nice to be hygienic and it lasts such a long time with my retarded hair growth. Oh, and my pits, although I can manage those at home. I then had to have a shower!
Off to see Ma and Pa - we met up in the lobby area.
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