Marooned in bath

Lynne ran a bath and departed for breakfast. I stupidly also opted for a bath. Getting into the bloody thing was one thing, getting out quite another. I had visions of eventually being winched out by the fire brigade - embarrassing or what? After a relaxing bath what could be better for muscle/skin tone etc than sweating buckets trying to get out of the damn thing? Having preserved my dignity I  struggled to get dressed and collapsed exhausted on the bed until Lynne returned. I will stick to showers from now on. From watching Chloe in her England bowling debut I was restricted to watching Britain v Australia in the Davis cup on TV from the comfort of my hotel bed due to a streaming nose and sneezing fits.