THE BATHROOM CABINET GAME.

It’s SO annoying.

Take a look at the photo alongside this story.

And then I’ll tell you all about it: https://www.50odd.co.uk/bathroom-cabinet/.

The Bathroom Cabinet Game.

So.

This is the game we play.

Lisa and I.

Even though neither of us has ever said we are playing it.

Even though neither of us has ever explained or had the rules explained to us.

We both know we are playing it.

And we both know how to play.

Tubs.

Every time I go for my tub of hair stuff.

In the bathroom cabinet.

Lisa’s face stuff is on top of it.

So I catch myself in the mirror.

Mouthing obscenities.

Frowning.

As I slip my hair stuff out from beneath her face stuff.

Use it.

And put it back on top.

Lisa.

Then.

Next day.

Lisa must go in there too.

Catching herself in the mirror.

Mouthing obscenities.

Frowning.

As she slips her face stuff out from beneath my hair stuff.

Uses it.

And just as I had done the day before.

She puts it back on top again.

Tolerate.

And so this goes on.

These little things we tolerate.

These little games we play.

Until yesterday.

Yesterday.

Yesterday.

I paused.

And I wondered how I will feel.

Or how Lisa will feel.

(Because the day will definitely come).

When I reach for my hair stuff.

And it is still top of the pile.

Or when Lisa reaches for her face stuff.

And it is still top of the pile.

Because that day.

One or other of us might think that we won The Bathroom Cabinet Game.

When in actual fact.

That is the day that whoever is left standing there.

Left to catch their expression in the mirror.

As their eyes flick across to catch their own gaze.

At that moment they will know that they have not won The Bathroom Cabinet Game at all.

Instead.

They will in fact realise.

They lost.