Today I am thankful for this.
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| Flushing good work, Mr S. |
For those of you
What ensued was months of using our second outside loo, an original avocado green 50's number in immaculate condition. The only issue being, well, it's outside. And our second shower, which is housed in the laundry, which is also outside. And it was winter.
There's been many a renovation story on this blog, you can see some of them here. Let's just say there was a lot of complaining on my behalf, and a lot of Mr S working 6 days per week and spending his one day per week on the bathroom. And tilers that took months to turn up, and the Smyth family doing this renovation business all in the wrong order.
That's just how we roll.
In July, our septic tank overflowed, rendering our only working toilet and any plumbing we had, useless. But a day, a lot of money and a Crappy Cowboy later, we were back in business.
But now, this. I was so excited when I realised on Sunday that I had heard the vague sounds of a toilet flushing inside the house that I didn't dare draw breath. Then, when Mr S popped his head into the lounge room and said 'Mark this day on your calendar!' I was so excited I jumped. That's right, both of my 33 week pregnant feet left the floor. Indeed, let's mark this day on the calendar.
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| I wanted him to sit on the toilet and do 'The Thinker', but he declined. |
The plus sides to being heavily pregnant and having a toilet inside are obvious, but it was when I went to the toilet and was followed by a toddler who stood there signing 'nappy', 'toilet' and 'wash hands' at me that I realised how peaceful it had been sneaking out of the house to have a couple of minutes silence...
Nah. I'll take an inside toilet any day.
