I was lying in a pool of bubbles like a slightly drowned beetle, recognising my predicament and considering my options. I'd opted for a bubble bath, with my plaster-casted leg hanging out in a languid 1920's, 'I can do this baby' style; only slightly marred by 10 yards of bin bag and gaffa tape
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Many *hugs* going your way though, I'm sure it's not the most fun thing in the world.
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Now I know why our bath has grab-rails.
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No more baths when you're alone in the house, eh?
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