Helping you along to figure out who am I (5)

On having a sense of humor. In Prague there's a place where one can bathe in beer. Honest, a real beer spa! Nothing Irish about that, of course. Yes, even black humor is fine, though I just can't stand it being repeated over and over again.

Intelligence is often shied away from these days, but true emotions even more. Heck, I'm dying for a nice relaxing bath but I can't have one yet. No, there's nothing wrong with the plumbing inside my bathroom. Ancient as it is. Nor have I turned myself into a nun yet and don't bathe in the tub till the end of the month. I'm recovering from surgery and I need to stay bath-free for atleast a fortnight. The wound isn't healed yet and needs some extra care, but for the rest of me everything is okay. But am I that? That's the question that has been posed about my person often enough. No, really, I am.

Yes, I'm more of a sour puss. Just leave me be. My guess is that tooth ache is again not far away now. Moreover, a cat like myself can only be really collared just once. If you lot who are in my earthly orbit think that a few sessions with a counselor about anxiety and such will do it, fine! For the rest I am alright. I know my bad points and my good ones. I'm old enough, well, I'm now only an ancient bag of human meat afterall. Well, that's how some of the people that I come across react to my person nowadays. There's almost no respect at all left for the cheaply paid and overperforming public librarians, etc., etc. I'm not complaining, but I do wish that my boss wasn't brown-nosing the powers that be for herself.

Nope, I like to sing like Edith Piaf inside my bath tube right now. No, it's not turning into a singing nun for me :-)