Dance like your Dad

The 'Good Lady Wife', as she has been affectionatetly referred to, will henceforth and until reparation now be known as the 'Bad Lady Wife' for her despicable and heinous act of leaving the shower set to COLD this morning after she had finished with it. 

The ensuing dance moves,  worthy of someone half my age for agility and speed, painfully rekindled  memories of when my dad insisted on taking to the dance floor at his works Annual Children's Christmas Party in the late 60's. (In subsequent years I mysteriously always went down with a temporary bout of African Trypananosmiasis / Dengue Fever / Athlete's Foot, or the like, on the morning of this party and mercifully had to miss them).

After the dancing came the cold realisation that I was now trapped between the ice cold water and the shower cubicle door.

'Bad Lady Wife'