Bit by bit, my life is going down the toilet
by prudence on 05-Jun-2012
I mentioned the unfortunate demise of my sunglasses in a previous post.
A moment's inattention, and they were down that harbour-side long-drop faster than a Go-Cat down the throat of our dear departed Sarah.
Well, would you believe it? The same thing happened with my perfume bottle at work today. A squat toilet. Of course. With a particularly deep under-tank. If it's a pan toilet, or a shallow squat, you can fish the stuff out. Yes, I know that's not pleasant. You need to do a lot of washing and disinfecting before you feel quite the same about the object. But it's doable. (In fact, the late lamented sunglasses had been rescued from an Indian toilet in just this manner.)
But here there was no hope. No hope.
So there we have it. Piece by piece, my possessions are going down the crapper. I worry that it won't be long before I, too, am destined to be flushed away...
A moment's inattention, and they were down that harbour-side long-drop faster than a Go-Cat down the throat of our dear departed Sarah.
Well, would you believe it? The same thing happened with my perfume bottle at work today. A squat toilet. Of course. With a particularly deep under-tank. If it's a pan toilet, or a shallow squat, you can fish the stuff out. Yes, I know that's not pleasant. You need to do a lot of washing and disinfecting before you feel quite the same about the object. But it's doable. (In fact, the late lamented sunglasses had been rescued from an Indian toilet in just this manner.)
But here there was no hope. No hope.
So there we have it. Piece by piece, my possessions are going down the crapper. I worry that it won't be long before I, too, am destined to be flushed away...