The Husband decides that whilst i'm in the bath he simply must go to the toilet, who said romance was dead? Personally I think it's a sneaky tactic to stink me out of the bath and downstairs to my mother who's being fawned over by The Baby.
I'm unceremoniously trying to pin a too-small towel around my vastness with my elbow whilst brushing my teeth when The Husband proclaims "you've put on fat on your stomach but not on your bum?" Frothing at the mouth with Colgate, brush buzzing, my eyes bulge at him in miscomprehension. He clarifies "You still have a small bum"
I think he's lying. He must love me.