"In my dirt is my strength" - The latest deep and meaningful pronouncement from my sister!

My sister and I have lots in common, but lots of huge differences. Like the character in the 'Hithchhiker's Guide' series, I could spend most of my life in the bath. Now I know my sister doesn't share my enthusiasm, but I hadn't realised the strength of her antipathy towards them.

We made one of those weird sisterly pacts. She gardened heroically for hours and I sat around watching her, moaning about the cold and passing her a plant or trowel or something every now and then. In return she was going to loll around with a glass of wine while I painted my bathroom.

It made sense for her to have her bath at my place as she wasn't up to going out after bathing. The deal was I'd take her home afterwards. After her bath she collapsed in a pathetic heap needing to 'recover' from her bath. I was somewhat confused - Surely there is nothing better than a bath after gardening? While acknowledging the need to conform to some social norms, my sister declare that it was a bit like Samson and the hair and that "in her dirt is her strength"!

We decided she is a throwback and would be better as an Innuit or Stone-ager who would just sew themselves up in skins and blubber for the season. Her other theory is that she might be more Neanderthal,that Homo Sapien, but then we weren't sure how to explain me...

I bathe at least daily because I like baths. I'd actually got up at about 3a.m. that morning for a bath because I was a bit cold and ache-y. She looked at me as if I was mad and said she'd have got another blanket, and said "You have to keep dry.."

I finished my painting, got her home and decided as I was still up I might as well do my shopping so Went to Tesco's about 2 a.m. And then went home to a lovely bath in my nicely painted bathroom and so to bed!