I love the smell of Porridge in the shower.

[the_ether]

I hobbled up the street to the chemist, little inarticulate squeaks escaping me whenever an unnoticed dip in the pavement caused me to put more weight than was comfortable on my injured ankle. But no matter. I'm now securely wrapped in a heavy crepe bandage, with instructions to take it easy and tape my ankle for any sports in the next few weeks.

I found a lump of Porridge soap in my bathroom last night, which was a deeply pleasing surprise. I shall now go and take a long, sweet shower, and possible give myself a warm Comforter foot bath afterwards.