Bath time Sitting in the bath with the lady wife and being a natural gentleman I had the taps sticking into my back. We had both become bored with my game of 'hide the big toe' when I realised I needed to fart. I managed to coordinate farting and dropping the soap with a cough, hiding the noise and the bubbles. Then I spotted a piece of tomato skin floating on the surface. Quick as a flash I said ""Darling"" whilst pointing to the thing with my head. She exploded with ""Oh, my God!"" and leapt from the bath. She grabbed a towel, rammed it between her legs and rapidly tottered towards the bedroom. I quickly flicked the skin into the WC and plastered a suitable look of concern on my face. She quickly returned having realised that the hysterectomy she had ten years ago had been totally successful. ""Is everything O/K dear?"" ""Yes, yes. No problem."" ""Just so long as you are all right."" ""I might as well get dressed.""After she left I moved to the other end of the bath and added some more hot water but knew that at some point in the future I'd have to own up.