Some of you may already know that baths and Bear do not get together very often.
Today he has an appointment with the dentist – a very pretty young lady – and so last night he spent an age in the bathroom while I read in peace without the telly blaring out.
The smell wafted into the room before Bear even appeared: a powerful, cloying pong that got stronger as he approached his armchair. I thought he must have bathed in neat bubble bath.
“What did you use in the bath?” I asked.
“Just the usual stuff” he replied.
“Well, what is that smells so strong?”
“I opened that new bottle of aftershave ” he said sheepishly.
He must have poured the whole lot over himself!
He went off to bed before me as I wanted to finish a chapter but the smell remained.
In the bathroom it was overpowering and then I had to get into bed next to the sickly smell. It was worse than his usual odour. . .
“I have to admit, I don’t like that aftershave.” I told him.
“Neither do I.” was his reponse.
The bathroom was just about bearable this morning as I had put some strong smelling aromatherapy oil in the pomander but the offending smell is still apparent on Bear.
I wonder what the dentist will think!