On my squeamish urbanite nose

When a daily shower becomes synonymous with the lap of luxury, a bath even more so,
living alone, not to mention working remotely, starts to look nothing short of a blessing.
Don’t get me wrong, I take care of my personal hygiene and I believe in its importance,
if only for health reasons. But sometimes I miss my early childhood in the countryside,
where my mother bathed me in a tub once a week and entering the pigsty did not make
my face wince.

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