A Glorified Spongebath

In France, it is not quite so customary to take long, wonderfully warm and comforting showers. Maybe they don't like that. Regardless, the setup in a french shower is strange and different when compared to those in America.
You see, in order to maneuver the water onto your body, you must take hold of the shower head which rests at the bottom of the tub on the end of a long metal tube. Then, you spray isolated parts of your body as if you were a dishwasher in some sort of short order restaurant. This would be mostly alright, a little bit more work but alright, if not for the fact that one's bum is pretty consistently cold. Perhaps not cold, but at a temperature not corresponding to the temperature of the rest of my body. This will not do. Tonight, I endeavor to take a bath, but on the mornings when I must rush, I have another plan.
I purchased (and believe me, they were not so easy to find) a set of suction cup hooks. To one of these, I attached a thin cord, tied with a slip knot. Then, I attached the hook to the wall. Difficulty came when I attempted to attache the cord to the shower head by way of another slip knot. I have yet to attempt to bath with this contraption, hanging conspicuously from the wall. I will have to try when I have more time. For now, I will operate under the hopeful and probably delusional assumption that I will be able to enjoy anything close to a normal shower anytime in the next four months.