We had our showerhead fixed yesterday. As you may (or, most likely, may not) remember, our shower produced this tiny gravity-fed trickle of hot water which theoretically should have any Victorian staying well within the water restrictions. Once I figured out how much time it takes to actually wash anything (especially long hair) with a low-pressure, coin-sized drip, these saving benefits are gone. I also had a glimpse into living in the "olden days", as the antartic winter winds whip through the vent window in what I affectionately think of as the Attached Outbuildings. That little trickle of water had no hope of staving off the cold blasts.
Today was different. While the hot water is still low-pressure, the plumber took the restrictor out of the system and installed showerhead with a larger surface area. What a difference! It's what I remember showers at my sister-in-law's house to be like - even though they have a low-flow showerhead, they have normal water pressure. The shower was nice and steamy, and I stayed warm. I had to force myself to move on.
It actually made me very thankful for having even just our Outbuilding with a coin-sized drip. I think of people who live with much less, whether voluntary or involuntary, and am glad we have a roof over our heads.
On the lighter side, it is also probably a good thing that I've gotten used to a bit more shower flow again, otherwise I may well have been blasted through the bathroom wall when I visit the States!
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