A Close Shave

While we’re here in Portland, Leftwing Idiot, Lily and I are sharing an apartment-sized hotel suite. I wrote the other day about the difficulties I’ve been having weeing and the bladder stimulating device I’ve been given to try out.

During the night in our temporary new home I had a close shave, almost literally! I woke up needing the toilet. Leftwing Idiot got up and helped get me to the bathroom.

Blurry-eyed, I reached for what I thought was my bladder stimulator, but instead I picked up Leftwing Idiot’s electric beard trimmer!

Fortunately I realised my mistake just in time, narrowly avoiding what would have been a very close shave indeed.

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