Way back in the 1970s baths had a much slope-ier back than they do now. My brother, who was 5 years younger than me, used to like watching me slide up and down it after our bath water had drained out. He giggled so much; it only encouraged me to keep going.

My mum was the big meany who told me to stop doing it as it was dangerous (and this was way before any health and safety laws really existed!) Anyway, this was a normal Sunday evening bath, water all drained out and I am happily sliding down and back up the sloped end. Unfortunately, I miscalculated this one time and I didn’t slide, instead I bumped down.

Not the worst experience you might think and this would usually have been true, but in this occasion my teeth took a chunk out of my top lip. Well, not wanting to get into trouble my first thought was to exit the bath however I could. I cried for my mum when I saw blood. I did not tell her anything like the whole truth. For over 35 years she thought that I slipped getting out of the bath. I still got a clip around the ear when I finally admitted what had really happened. Sadly, I live in a house with only a shower now!