The water dripping down my body and gathering in a pool
around my feet is dark blue, not clear or sparkling like you see on the adverts
for holidays abroad, but a dark, navy, blue with a tinge of grey in it and no,
I am not on some Caribbean island swimming with dolphins or other such nonsense.
I’m at home in my bathroom under the
lockdown. I have been standing under this shower for 20 minutes now, my skin is
gone all wrinkly from being in the water too long, its dark blue in most places
and red raw in other places from the vigorous scrubbing with a large nail
brush. I look like a children’s party clown who was very, very drunk when he
applied his makeup or a bank robber who opened the bag of money when the dye
used as a security measure exploded all over him. That’s not the worst part, my
daughter and herself are trying to clean up our once normal, tidy kitchen. God
help me, there is no escape this time.
