So I thought I would risk another bath next to the plastic partition between my bathroom and next door's. The price I paid was more breathing issues, constipation and sore bollocks. Luckily these symptoms were short lived as I was in and out of the bath in a shorter time span than (so called) King Charles's temper. Clearly the criminals in charge of the SNP think they can take me out with cancer before, I can take them out in the 2026 election. tough luck, I would rather be stinking than dead!