READING Helen Mead’s column “Bath time bliss” (The Press, January 20) I had to smile.

When I was a child, Friday night was bath night and I and my younger sister had a bath together and our hair washed.

When we got out, we were taken into the living room and dried in front of the coal fire, while some of the water was emptied and bath topped up with clean hot water and then my older sister would have a bath.

I agree with Helen that having a bath is far nicer than a shower.

Maureen Robinson, Broadway, York.