We are fortunate enough to have a second bathroom in She-ra's room with a hand held mains supplied water. It's ok.
However today I was in a rush and opted for what I call a Carrie wash ( Homeland) That is the hot flannel to those who don't know. There is something rather comforting about a hot flannel on your face. Maybe it's the childhood memories it evokes. The warmth of flannel is most pleasant.
Squeezing out the excess water from said hot flannel, ready to enjoy a small comfort you can imagine my horror when I started to gag.
Within milliseconds I realised that this was no ordinary flannel. This flannel had been used prior. By my 20year old son post football match and was full of rank stake sweatiness.
My nasal hairs were singed. My gagging reflex in overload. No amount of scrubbing, soap or perfume could remove the odour from my soul. I can still smell it now.