Dontcha just hate it when.......

...your best attempts to rescue a bad day from degenerating into a complete disaster are thwarted by the realisation, as you dip a tentative toe into the big, fat, bubble and fragrance filled bath you have treated yourself too and placed lit candles all around, that 'someone' has commadeered all the hot water earlier and not switched it back on to re-heat!

But dontcha just love it when, languishing in what you know are now bravely thinking of as an Icelandic plunge pool, that will do you some marvelous good if it doesn't stop your heart first, you discover that the elegant and posh bottle of shower gel looking good on the side isn't so elegant after all and to your juvenile amusement and delight it makes a 'farting' sound each time in draws in air to fill the void just made from your last squeeze!