The absolutely best investment the Guild of Troubadours ever did was to install a bath in the guild hall! It’s all warm and wet and even though Mrs Buttons is not too keen on bathing, I try to drop in there as soon as the cold seeps deep enough into my fingers.
Juggling in this weather is no easy task! The fingers get all stiff and one needs to stand and jump about on the spot even more than usual. A girl with a rat in her pants could not bounce about any more. A warm bath at the end of the day is just the ticket. Or a good stiff drink, as some do – to each their own as long as there’s smiles and mirth I’m all for it.
As a side note, you would think rowdy Troubadour apprentices would go tricksterin’ all over the bath area. But nooo, not a single bath-related prank have I seen! Clearly people are too well-mannered or shy, for surely I cannot be the only one to see the comic potential of a single bath with no lock on the door?
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