It's probably my biggest dislike about living here. I've always washed my hair, walked around with it in a towel for a bit, then gone back in the bathroom after the humidity was gone and dried it.
Now I have to climb on the bed and sit in front of Adam's pillows hoping the cord doesn't knock anything that's on his side table.
When I get up early to go to London, I have to dry my hair in the kitchen while people outside watch.