You spend some hours out in the garden. You get dirty. You take a bath, but when you empty the tub you find there’s bits of garden debris floating in the water. It’s come out of your hair and heaven knows where else. So then you wonder how you can possibly be clean when you’ve just spent twenty minutes sitting in something that looks like a dirty puddle in a farm gateway.
I wish I still had a shower.
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