When I was a kid we lived in a two up, two down house on Westam Street. It was basically a living room and kitchen on the ground flood and two bedrooms upstairs. It had no bathroom. There was an outside toilet, totally separate from the house, and all body washing action was conducted in the kitchen. The only hot water in the house was from the small hot water boiler in the kitchen which was basically a hot water on demand type of deal which is so popular today once people realized that boiling a whole tank of water a day is a total waste of money.
Like I said we had no bathroom. Bathing then was an issue. Mostly Mum would fill a metal bathtub for us and my sister and I would share a bath. Occasionally we would take a bus to my Auntie Dot’s house, get off at the stop at the bottom of the hill and then trudge up the hill and we would all take a bath, in glorious hot water, in a proper bathtub.
I am relating this information because my water heater quit on me. Luckily the weather is warm enough that taking cold showers every day is not a problem, however I hate washing my hair in cold water, the short term fix then is boiling water and washing my hair in the kitchen sink. I remember how to do it, you place a face cloth over your eyes and pour a container of hot water over your head and get your hair wet enough to lather. You then wash your hair and then using the same face cloth over your eyes, pour enough water over your head to rinse off the suds. As I said this is a short term solution until I can either get the water heater fixed or figure out an alternative for hot water.
It occurred to me how easily I can default to my earlier life and figure out how to cope without what is commonly thought of a basic necessity, on demand hot water. I was also able to do this after numerous hurricanes here in North Carolina, I had a set up on the barbecue where I had a constant supply of charcoal (no electricity) on the grill and two or three huge pots of water boiling at all times, both for bathing and for dishes, it kept us going for at least a couple of weeks.
Yes I know my childhood story sounds like the Four Yorkshiremen but in my case it is true.