A long wait
Grandad December 16th, 2008
Today is a momentous day.
The troubles started last week. Someone broke the toilet seat. I didn’t do it, and Herself claims she didn’t do it. Sandy isn’t heavy enough so we are blaming Minnie Pig.
Actually, I do vaguely remember a strange cracking noise last Tuesday night after that lock-in down the pub, but my memory is a bit hazy about the whole night so I may be mistaken.
Anyway, the seat has had a big split in it, which could act as a rather nasty vice and could clamp the arse of anyone who sits on it. I don’t know how Herself has been managing, but for the last week or so, I have been – how shall we say? – abstaining.
The Accidental Terrorist was passing by the hardware store in town this morning and he bought a new seat.
It’s quite fancy. It’s wooden though it doesn’t seem to have any splinters in it. Yet.
I have just fixed it on.
It has been annoying me for a week now.
I have been dying to get it fixed.
The relief was enormous.
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