By Belinda
I had gathered up my briefcase and turquoise lunch bag and was heading out the door, when I saw Paul heading gingerly but purposefully into the bathroom. I sensed a mission in process.
I'd been trying to anticipate his needs and keep him safe so I wondered what I could do to help.
"Paul, what are you doing?" I demanded, in my best ``she who must be obeyed`` voice.
"I was going to wash my hair," he said. And it turned out he had plans to kneel down and put his head under the tap in the shower.
``Oh, no,`` I said, ``You are not supposed to bend your back. I`ll turn on the shower and if you take off your t shirt I`ll shampoo your hair.``
So I turned on the shower to warm up the water, took off my coat, and with his head and my arms in the shower stall, I did the honours with the shampoo, as we both got a generous spraying of stray water.
"Ahh," he sighed, his eyes closed in ecstasy, "That feels so good."
I smiled, and thought, ``Yes,…
I had gathered up my briefcase and turquoise lunch bag and was heading out the door, when I saw Paul heading gingerly but purposefully into the bathroom. I sensed a mission in process.
I'd been trying to anticipate his needs and keep him safe so I wondered what I could do to help.
"Paul, what are you doing?" I demanded, in my best ``she who must be obeyed`` voice.
"I was going to wash my hair," he said. And it turned out he had plans to kneel down and put his head under the tap in the shower.
``Oh, no,`` I said, ``You are not supposed to bend your back. I`ll turn on the shower and if you take off your t shirt I`ll shampoo your hair.``
So I turned on the shower to warm up the water, took off my coat, and with his head and my arms in the shower stall, I did the honours with the shampoo, as we both got a generous spraying of stray water.
"Ahh," he sighed, his eyes closed in ecstasy, "That feels so good."
I smiled, and thought, ``Yes,…