One can wear what one likes in the hot tub Mrrzy. Or nothing if one prefers. The Old Lady would probably be a terrifying sight without clothes on though, and cause all the convalescents to suffer a relapse, so she will wear her large, baggy swimsuit.

I've just listened to the Marmite Song - excellent and very funny.
It seems to sum up how life is organised doesn't it? "The Bovril with the gravy and the Marmite with the jam."

Husband always finds it odd searching for his pate d'arachide* in Tesco and finding it with the jam.

(*There should be a circumflex over the 'a' but despite lots of kind folk on here explaining how to do it, I haven't mastered my laptop yet in 'foreign'.)