Zen and the facecloth

After 24 years of wondering, I’ve finally found a purpose for facecloths. I know, right? Strange. But what is even stranger is that my bathroom sink has two separate taps–one for hot and one for cold. Add to that a tiny basin and you’ve got the makings of an interesting/frustrating morning face wash routine.

Turn hot on. Turn cold on. Cup hands under each. When hand can no longer take extreme heat, splash face. Try not to burn face.

The experience was wholly unsettling–my shirt looked like I’d spent an hour bobbing for apples in my toilet. Disgusting.

And it’s not just my sink–it’s the entire city of London, and the entire UK. According to faucet folklore, when Winston C. visited Russia in the forties, he was astonished by the novelty of mixer taps.
Forties. Yep.

So, that’s where the facecloth comes in, as my middle ground between not only hot and cold, but the modern and the unbelievable.

2 Comment

  1. Shamuslit says:

    And you won’t find a blinking facecloth in any hotel in all of the UK. What’s with that?

  2. Angelica says:

    I too had huge issues with this upon my semester spent in the UK-enter the wondrous discovery of the sink plug (whose proper name does not escape me as I don’t even know it to begin with). With the use of a plug, warm water can be accumulated and enjoyed for blissful morning scrubs 🙂

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