Skip to my Loo
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Some things are taken for granted.
The humble commode, the "necessary", the "pot", the "bog" or whatever term you may use to refer to Mr. Crapper's wonderful invention, may well be the pinnacle of modern civilization. Ours had been found lacking in enthusiasm of late and so, feeling "flush", I "took the plunge" and installed a new one. A vision of loveliness in white porcelain, with an "ionized silver glaze" and it works!
With gusto.
Almost alarming in its action.
Domestic harmony has been restored.
Your majesty, the throne awaits.
5 Comments:-
Móðir, kona, meyja said...
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Professor Batty said...
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Móðir, kona, meyja said...
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Darien Fisher-Duke said...
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Móðir, kona, meyja said...
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What is this fascination men have with toilets? And where are the bookshelves?
... the toilet paper holder is attached to the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.
Heh.
Perhaps you're part British.
Good point, Rose. Reminds me of Dad's loo in London....
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