It was wonderful. That is until C and and I broke the guest toilet.
What is with us? This wasn't intentional like the time(s) we deliberately yanked the soap dispensers off the wall of the Jolly Roger. No, all we did was go for a slash together. As girls do.
We peed, and then pulled the knob-thingie on top of the cistern. Nothing.
"Never worry," says I, pulling the china lid off, and handing C the beautiful ming vase that was on top of it. "Hold this. I'm amazing with toilets."
I've fixed three toilets in my lifetime. But seriously. So when your cistern is taking heat, I'll show it who's boss.
Stuck my hand into the water to retrieve the hook thingie that had fallen off the arm thingie that connects to the flusher thingie. Attached hook thingie to arm thingie. Pulled flusher manually.
Nothing. "This toilet is dead china." C starts giggling, whilst holding the ming vase.
The sound of escaping steam (in a cistern?) followed by a popping sound.
I decanter water with my hands into the suction pump thingie in order to try and dilute the yellowness of toilet bowl. We are ladies afterall.
By now C is filling the [
Evacuate toilet room, and carry on drinking gin and tonics with the rest of our normal mates.
We broke Doc's loo.
I then joined my my boy for a late night canoodle, and on awaking this morning was so delighted that I didn't have a hangover.
Still bust a water closet though.