Since we arrived, Little Fish has been permanently coated in a layer of grime. The streets here look amazingly clean, not a piece of rubbish or a spec of dirt in sight. And yet a thick layer of black dust has somehow transferred itself from pavement to wheelchair, and from wheels to hands and there to face, stomach, legs, and anything else within reach.
Yesterday we found a solution to that, for some reason, seems to be more effective than keeping her chained* to the bathtub. Fun times.
*would just like to add we don't actually chain her there.