Bath

Listening to the fan hum overhead, I shut my eyes, trying to block out the day.

Hearing the slap of bare feet on the lino, I reluctantly opened one eye.

"Come on Tim, you've refilled that bath three times now. We're in a drought. Time to get out and face it, love."

Rob reached past my wrinkled and water logged toes to remove the bath plug, and I drew my knees to my chest, hugging them whilst contriving a fearful look.

"Don't do that!"

A rare look of anger crossed his face and I felt, well, I felt like a right prick.