When I broke my foot and was in plaster for weeks I was really happy that a friend bought a shower chair for me. I only have a shower, no bath in my apartment. Shower chair plus a cast cover for swimming = happier life. Well, cleaner anyway.

Me too. Even though it means ice and slush and wet feet. And not because I own a Yes Typo (reason to celebrate right there). It’s just “yeh - snow!” somehow