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Me I am not bothered, but apparently other people take it very badly/offense is taken.
unless he's finished fixing the toilet and is now testing it, in which case I'd commend his resourcefulness
don't seem to be able to use a toilet without making a mess, this (cleanliness) is my only concern when someone wants to use the toilet.
Would rather they asked me than do a wee in the garden when I'm not looking.
so i just smear anthrax all over the toilet seat before they come, make sure it's something they don't do twice
than anywhere else in the house.
about this kind of thing.
Don't go on mumsnet
Basically middle-class mums ask other middle class mums if they're fretting too much about something.
See, it's not just DiSers who can't cope with interacting with people and social etiquette...
I used to read babycentre which had a lot of WYOO stuff - what's your opinion on? Basically arguing on the internet
Think the answer is generally always yes you're worrying too much, or if you are worrying that means you are fine
It seems to be full of the kind of mums who have turned weddings into arms races.
Side note - since resigning I've had several people suggest I just have another baby.
Bit sexist innit
apparently Mumsnet is more middle class and snobbish, Babycentre is more practical and friendly.
Practically force them to go. Not letting them leave until they've actually curled one out etc.
In my Family home, the toilets are just public ones we shared with the public as they needed to convert the toilets in to bedrooms so we could hardly argue.
presuming these are tradesmen working in my flat. If these are just passing tradesmen busting into my flat and shitting in my lav then I don't think I'd like that at all.
use the back entrance!
when a plumber loudly took a phone call, then went for a noisy wee still on the phone and didn't shut the door or wash his hands after.
And when I say I got cross I mean I did absolutely fuck all about it.
Did a poo in our downstairs loo deliberately do he could moan about the plumbing in there, which he didn't do. apparently there is a wobble, oh and the other one used plastic pipes
Now the upstairs loo he did install is d leaking. oh the irony. Right twonk he is
"now listen to that? hear that? that's plastic pipes that is."
Bit unsure what to think about him bring my washing in on Friday, on the one hand it was V nice of him, on the other he's been touching all my underwears
On the one hand if I was at someone's house and it started raining, I'd get quite anxious about the washing hanging out and eventually snap. On the other hand... dunno.
Perhaps I'd get everything in EXCEPT the lady's underwear. Better than nothing right?
That is kinda what a bog is there for like
Epimer, I'm looking at you.
I recently blocked my de-facto in-laws loo. For at least the second time.
Took over ten flushes to shift. I blame their shoddy plumbing. I have never blocked my own toilet.
and it's making my life a total misery.
Was the 10 flushes mentioned by anyone?
but due back any minute
I've got a poo-related fart story though, if that helps?
On the train to a recent interview I had a complaining stomach, because anxiety/nerves. I basically had the carriage to myself so to relieve some pressure I let out an enormous silent but deadly fart. It was a proper eye-waterer. Horrendous.
Just as I unclenched, the train pulled into a station that was RAMMED with schoolkids. Three of them, of course, sat around me. They were silent for a good 30 seconds until one of them simply said "Cor. Smells like egg."
I resolutely stared out the window and bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself laughing until they left.
and so I went to the toilets to sit on the loo and compose my thoughts. Was sat there for a good ten minutes.
When I got up to exit the cubicle, I realised that whoever had used the toilet last had totally annihilated it with poo, caking pretty-much the whole bowl. I tried to flush it away (lest someone think I was responsible for the carnage) and in doing so nearly flooded the cubicle.
enjoy a nap if I'm drinking with conviction
We've had 3 pretty major bits of work done on houses and the firm always ask if you want a portaloo out front or if the tradepeople can use your toilet. The last guys we had in basically subsisted on fry ups and Relentless though so we'd have to clean it thoroughly every day, but the portaloo hire was pretty expensive.
We have builders in replacing a couple of windows. They started this morning. I have just found one of them sitting in my ensuite bathroom, muddy work boots & all, reading my OK magazine and having a dump. I only knew he was there because he woke up my sleeping 3 month old baby closing the door. AIBU in expecting him to either a) ask before he uses the loo and b) expecting him to use the downstairs toilet? When I said this too him he looked at me like I was quite mad. AIBU?
she knocked and he didn't respond straight away so she pushed open the door.
I suspect he did an involuntary loaf pinch as the door swung open.
So to answer the question, it depends on what the loo set up is. You can't expect them not to answer the all of nature, but equally, if you have a downstairs loo that guests normally use, you'd expect them to use that rather than traipsing through the house/ upstairs/ whatever to use one, and DEFINITELY not through your bedroom to use the en suite.
"I usually flush it which makes it harder for them to take" yet?
Or do I just have lovely poo... it's possible.
because they have a working class diet
He told me once that he was working in a posh house and the lady insisted that they all piss in a bucket outside due to "water bills". It had a predictable ending in that one guy who was a bit of a nutter all told, took the full bucket at the end of the week and poured it all over her husband's car.
No idea what the poo scenario was though. Might text dad and ask
(c'mon, this is DiS after all)
probably the same people who go home from work to take a dump
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