I don't know if its because the other people in my house don't like to spend time thinking or wallowing in their own filth, or because global warming water conservation propaganda has got their into heads, but they tend just to take showers.
The bath was quite dirty. I covered it in an assortment of corrosive cleaning products, made a cup of tea and came back to see some of the little flies breaking apart and leaving a minute pool of brown death-juice around themselves.
When I took my bath it smelt just like a swimming pool does when you are really young and scared of your eyes stinging in the water; quite intense and a little bit sinister.
I wondered if my skin would go red and begin to peel off, in punishment for my disrespectful treatment of insect corpses.
It didn't, but maybe it should have done.
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