Bath day

I barely remember now, but I think Sunday was Bath Day. This was probably when she was about 14 or 15 years old, on a day when I had given her a bath, hair cut and blow dry... which she loved, especially on her ears oddly enough. I do now remember the  warmth of the sun as it came through the living room window. It is things like this which I tend to forget as time passes, but the memories are still here somewhere.