Love making in the bath can be a most wondrous and exciting thing. Certainly that is how I remember it - most excellent. It's been a few years since my wife and I had the time or the privacy, although many's the time it would have been good to just jump her as she's been leaning over the bath sides - but I am sure that neither our children, or the local social services would quite have seen it that way! Bath sex, though, is not as I remember it. Is it just me or have baths gotten smaller over the years? (!) Once we're both finally in the bath these days, there's not much space to actually move any more. Fortunately though - not much movement is actually required any more to provide the sensual heights that once required most rooms in the house and a couple of hours. Assuming neither of us gets stuck the love making's great but where did all the water go? Downstairs, through the kitchen ceiling - that's where! Our passion led to a tidal wave of herculean proportions (it must have been - although neither of us noticed, too caught up in the moment - to leave the tea cup full of water that was left with us in the bath at the end of the adventure.) That water went straight through the gaps in our wonderfully laid floor (Bodger & Badger again!) and splashed with alacrity over the hidden side of the kitchen ceiling. Lights sparked as we switched them on for our post love-making snack-making (almost compulsory these days - got to keep out energy up) and then a small hole (at first) appeared... Don't get me to talk about love-making in other rooms. The sofa has to be completely covered in towels and sheets lest a single drop of bodily fluid should spill and spoil the fabric. Preparation quite kills the mood. Let's just stick to the bedroom for the time-being - yes? Although I could tell you about the time when...