Say it ain't soap!

On cleaning the bathroom at the weekend, I decided that I couldn't be bothered to transfer the soap to another surface and then back to the sink having wiped it, because there wasn't much left, and transferred it straight to the bin instead. Inevitably I then discovered that the bathroom cabinet, while rich in shower gel, lacked replacement soap. But not quite! There was a bar of olive oil soap purchased on holiday because I am bad at purchasing non-edible souvenirs, and it was cheap. So I opened that instead, and am now remembering why after last time I had decided not to buy olive oil soap in future.

It's not that it doesn't work, because it does. It also smells pleasant. It is gentle on the hands. It's just that the texture is dissolving from the bottom up (i.e. the part that doesn't immediately dry out after use) into something hideously snot-like, or possibly the ichor secreted by the lesser tentacles of Cthulhu. I fear it has to go. The sink looks like the victim of a more than usually spectacular nose-blow, and I am fed up of having to keep wiping it. Soap is supposed to make things clean, not green. Adieu, olive oil soap! My lesson is thoroughly learned.