We were having the seat up/down argument the other day. We must have been bored: usually we only argue about sensible things like whether or not Michael Portillo is wearing a merkin on "This Week." Herself says the seat must be down but the lid up. I say that both seat and lid should be down to prevent unpleasant aerosol events in the bathroom. Herself says the seat must be down but the lid up.
The reason she says that is fair enough, I suppose. She claims that pop festivals gave her haemarroids. She reckons it was Glastonbury as done it. After three days eating Pieminster pies and drinking strong fire water she braved the bogs. A hour or so later, when she got to the end of the queue she went in. And came straight back out again. And didn't go to the toilet until she got back home a couple of days later.
Which is why she always insists on the lid staying up: "I like to know what I'm running away from before it's close enough to growl at me!"
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Bogs
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Mysterious world
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Herself's reason for having the lid up surprisingly plausable when we get to it. The usual female whine of demanding that the seat is down is, however, not: gravity dictates that putting it back up again is harder, so women have actually got the easier job and anything else is churlish and a waste of energy.
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