Bathing in memories.

A memory from my younger years, talking whilst in the bath is to me one of the most beautiful things you can do. This is a forgotten memory of a close male friend…clearly our friendship had very few boundaries!

I remember the lost days when you would call at my house. We would lay lazily across the bed speaking, not speaking. I remember you would knock at the bathroom door and pass me through a glass of wine, on Friday nights and Sunday afternoons. At first we whispered through the open door, gossiped. You promised not to look and so began the journey of me bathing whilst you sat on the side of the bath, talking, sipping on wine.

Karen Hayward ©2016


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