“whiff it tae me, whiff it tae me an ah’ll whuff it back again.”
whiff, whuff: drive or carry by blowing.
“Blow it to me, blow it to me and I’ll blow it back again.”
Cast iron baths. I owned one not too long ago. How big and heavy they were.
Modern plastic one’s are small and may save on water but are not even half the fun.
The plastic canoe is a memory of a toy I had in the days when a bath seemed the size of a swimming pool to me. Before domestic central heating.
Cosy bath times in the winter back then were accompanied by the smell of paraffin – from the heater.
As for the spider, speaking metaphysically, I think baths would cease to exist if we did not have spiders.