I just learned a very valuable lesson.

There I was, having a relaxing end of Thursday bath, reclining at leisure, mulling over the day's (non)events, contemplating what the evening holds, obviously doing the odd cheeky fart (as us gentlemen are wont to do in the privacy and excellent acoustics of the bath). I washed my hair and then sat up, grabbing two handfuls of bubbles which I, for some ungodly reason, put on my face, clearly not remembering the aforementioned down-below coughs. Good God. It was like inhaling cauliflower. As I say...lesson learned.