The fact that they are PUBLIC toilets and therefore their state is entirely down to the abuse and depravations of the PUBLIC themselves never seems to occur to the officious little tell-tale twits when they come and offload their tale of wee-wee woe upon me, of course.... no; suddenly the situation is entirely my fault and what am I going to do about it?
If the cleaner has knocked off for the day that question is usually answered by me donning a pair of industrial strength rubber gloves and grabbing a plunger the like of which was last scene surmounting a mediaeval lance tip... straight in and no messing, that’s my motto.
Yesterday saw me up to my elbows in Marigolds once more.
Apparently a report had come in of a great pile of beer cans clogging up the gent’s toilets and rendering them utterly unusable.
So off I trotted expecting the worst and what did I find?
A single can of Fosters – surprisingly empty – dropped nonchalantly into the toilet bowl. It wasn’t even wedged into the S bend but just floating like a tuberous blue lily upon the surface of the water.
Now that is either one hell of an eloquent lager review or some joker just decided to cut out the middle man.
Or someone was disturbed trying to get a refill...