What is it with number 2's? What is it about going for a number 2 away from home?
Today, I had to go at work at the magic number 2 time which is of course 11am. The bogs at work are clean which is nice but in the toilet, there's the hole where the water comes out when you flush, and it's at the top at the front...right where percy goes so unless you think of Anne Widdecome and push it inward, it ends up going into this scummy hole.
What's more than that, why are there always other people having number two's? They make it some sort of competition...who can stink the restroom out first, who can wipe first, or flush the least...I mean, what the heck?
Also, how come when I get home, I need to go again, despite not eating anything since 8am - only to find we had no loo roll. It was about 8:15 by the time I got home from work, so both Co-ops, Sainsburys, Tescos and their petrol stations were all shut. As a last desperate measure I went to my Mums house to borrow some extra soft and finally was able to relieve myself.
Morale of this story is never go shopping for toilet paper on New Years Eve.
Today, I had to go at work at the magic number 2 time which is of course 11am. The bogs at work are clean which is nice but in the toilet, there's the hole where the water comes out when you flush, and it's at the top at the front...right where percy goes so unless you think of Anne Widdecome and push it inward, it ends up going into this scummy hole.
What's more than that, why are there always other people having number two's? They make it some sort of competition...who can stink the restroom out first, who can wipe first, or flush the least...I mean, what the heck?
Also, how come when I get home, I need to go again, despite not eating anything since 8am - only to find we had no loo roll. It was about 8:15 by the time I got home from work, so both Co-ops, Sainsburys, Tescos and their petrol stations were all shut. As a last desperate measure I went to my Mums house to borrow some extra soft and finally was able to relieve myself.
Morale of this story is never go shopping for toilet paper on New Years Eve.