Our old back door had taken a battering over the years. Seven dogs, two cats and wood rot has left it looking like the doorway to the Hillbilly's cabin from Deliverance , so in the sake of security and marital harmony we got a little man in to replace it
|The delightful and much missed Constance giving the old door a hammering|
The workman arrived around 8.30 am just as I returned from night shift. He got on with the work without drinking copious amounts of tea and coffee, which impressed me, and soon was gouging out lock holes,assembling windows and shaving wood as I walked the dogs and sorted the animals out.
When I returned he asked me if he could use" the facilities" and without thinking I showed him the bathroom before realising that I had not checked it.
All civilised people should check their bathroom before anyone uses it
It stops all of those embarrassing moments when the odd "floater" is located down the pan.
The workman was upstairs for an absolute age, and when he returned all he said as he got stuck in fixing up the new cat flap, was a rather sullen " you have run out of toilet paper"
I realised that I had made the most embarrassing faux pax.
There was not a sheet of bog roll to be found in the house
I had visions of the poor man rifling his pockets for a stray handkerchief or even a shop receipt to " ensure the " necessary deed" was done so to speak but like all social interactions we have with strangers , the two of us couldn't bring ourselves to acknowledge the fact that acceptable bum wiping could not be carried out......
I hurried up to the shop , bought some toilet paper and treated him to a packet of chocolate biscuits in way of an apology......
|The new door complete with cat flap|