Aunt Dimity and the Cold Shower

I was reading Aunt Dimity and the Next of Kin this morning (so far, so good...a bit precious like all the Dimity books, but sometimes that's what you want). I did 20 minutes on the excercycle, 10 minutes cool down, reading all the time. Then, when I turned on the shower --- still reading, mind you --- I found out that the cleaning woman had left the shnozzle pointing straight at the shower doors. Which were open. Aunt Dimity and I got a good soaking.

Thank goodness for blow dryers!