I'm 39 weeks pregnant, have had a rather crap day and was looking forward to my long steamy bath after wrestling the toddler to bed. "Enjoy your bath" were my husbands parting words as I swanned off with my book for my evening wallow. His next words, fifteen minutes later were "I'm touching cloth." Now I'd suggested he go to the toilet before I had my bath, in the same knowing way I suggest it to my three year old before we leave the house, and he assured me he was fine. "you can pull the shower curtain closed" he said helpfully as I pulled out the plug. "don't go in a huff, you can get back in when I'm finished." Yeah right!!! Even my half bottle of clary fucking sage isn't enough to mask that reek. So now I'm allegedly petty and spiting myself, but seriously - the relaxing smell is broken. Am I expected to go back in, top up with hot water and try to ignore the fug of my husbands shite???