A Perfect Shower

‘You are not getting any younger Mum.’ Sally frowned. She knew her only child Daniel, meant well, but she did not need reminding that she was no longer in her prime. ‘A wet floor shower would be the sensible option,’ Daniel continued. Sally adjusted the phone against her ear. She had rung Daniel to tell him about her bathroom disaster and he was full of “helpful advice.” A new bathroom had not been on her current financial plan. However yesterday she had returned home from work to find an alarming puddle in the doorway of her bathroom and bubbly flooring. Sally called a plumber straight away, who arrived in the statutory overalls, whistling, bristly faced and sparkly eyed. ‘Your pipes have been leaking for some time, down the walls under your bath and under the flooring,’ he informed Sally. ‘The whole lot will have to be ripped out and replaced.’ At this point the plumber sucked in his lips in and declared, ‘wouldn’t like to be in your boots.’ Alarmed, Sally h