I'm in charge of making sure the girls get a wash at least once every six weeks.

D-girl prefers a bath. But that's a half-hour exercise.

I have to shower after cycling home anyway, so I prefer her to wash in the base at the same time because it saves water and time and effort and I am lazy.

Tonight I had my hands full with taking Baby Ginge into the shower to give her a wash at the same time as well. Two grubby birds with one stone, and all that.

I was preoccupied with rinsing Baby Ginge's hair, and I wasn't really listening when D-Girl started saying something to me. Then she started doing something to my leg.
I figured she was just doing me a favour and rubbing soap on my legs, seeing as it is a long way for me to reach down.

Then after a couple of minutes, my legs started to sting somewhat.

Then I realised that it was not a bar of soap in her hand - it was D-Missus' razor.

She was giving me a "hair cut".

My legs now have a good dozen bald patches.

After I took that photo, D-Missus pointed out that the back of my legs are a lot worse.

Oh well. At least she went with the grain.

Can you imagine if I had to shave those things for real?

It'd take freakin days.

I'd be better getting one of those Fijian tribesmen that cut their lawns with machetes to do it.