3 x children (screaming loudly):Â Mummy, Mummy, Mummy!
Princess (sotto voce): Mummy, you’re going to have to call Wesley.
Me (confused): Who’s Wesley?
Her (rolling eyes): The plumber.
Me (nervously): Why?
Her: Because Michael stuffed the toilet with toilet paper.
Me (anxious glance at French childminder): Did he?
Her: Yes, good bye, have a pleasant evening.
I then went upstairs with a plastic bag and removed an entire roll of toilet paper (carefully shredded) from the toilet.
Oo – My Mum would so sympathise. Early on in my folk’s marrriage Dad’s brother and his wife moved to same town and shared the house until Brother and his Wife found their own. The two brothers played a “stacking rolls of loo paper on the cistern” game, until – yep someone didn’t put the seat lid down and all the rolls fell into the loo. All the paper was soaked and the loo bowl was dry…… The Brothers soon learnt about putting down loo lids AND loo seats – along with a wife each, between them the Brothers have 5 daughthers.
LOL, Mickle in NZ is one of the daugthers
Yep, the same 2 brothers don’t have any sons. My Dad had just the 2 stroppy daughters. When I (younger stroppy D) was eleven, dear Dad was heard to mutter “even the bloody cat is female”.
He seems to like us, the daughters – now aged 47 and 44, still stroppy in a loving, caring way. Of course Dad is about half Scots, so Us, the daughters are about 1/4 that and most definately 1/4 Irish.
Gaelic ancestry somewhere!
He does seem to be a bit fixated on that loo, doesn’t he? Still, at least he wasn’t lapping up the spray this time ay?