At one point when I would have been probably only 2, perhaps younger, I remember getting my hair washed in my Gran’s house. I did not like that's as the soap went in my eyes and stung them. In an effort to get me to tip my head back not forward they tried to wave a jar of Bovril above my head to get me to look at it. I am not sure how successful this was. Anyway all this took place while I was being bathed in the Belfast sink in my gran’s kitchen.
Some how this all came to mind as I tried to have a bath this morning:
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