As quite a lot of you know, Roy is back from Russia and he's holidaying at Westwood Mansions until he can get a place for his family to move over.
It has been an excellent few weeks I've really enjoyed the company, however, (I thought having a however would make a nice change from having a 'But') back to the tale.....
However, there has been a problem in the bathroom that started a couple of days after he arrived.
In the middle of the night a toilet break is often required so you nip to the bog and relieve yourself, because you have nothing on your feet, you notice that the carpet around the toilet is a bit damp, not a real problem we, (men) all miss now and then!
When this has happened a few nights on the row you slowly hear alarm bells ringing and you begin to think, what exactly am I standing in?
Then you start to have doubts about your grown up sons aim in life!
This then leads to how
do you approach a grown man and tell him either hit the bowl properly or we will have to introduce a sit down rule when using the facilities.
Fortunately I didn't have to broach this subject as one morning Roy turned to me and said, "Look Fatha' I know it's your house but don't you think you're a little young to be so senile that the floor is a better target than the bowl?".
I replied with a rather flustered, "Me? but I thought it was you!", we then had an in depth discussion about who could aim and hit the target at fifty paces from around a corner with the wind against us! This finally ended with us both agreeing to be more careful in future, but each of us knowing it was the other persons fault!
The situation did not improve!!!!!
The carpet is now absolutely sodden! but I also started to notice water stains on my jeans after going to the toilet, but they were below knee height, SO IT WAS ME ALL ALONG I AM THE CULPRIT!
I decided to take a great deal more care in future, later that day Roy confessed to me that he thought an apology was in order as he had discovered the same tell-tale signs on his jeans.
So it wasn't him, and it wasn't me whatever was going on?
We investigated and discovered that a hair line crack had appeared in the front of the toilet just at the level where when you flush the water should go
into the bowl!
We we're overjoyed both sanity and that delicate male pride were restored at the same time, we could now carry on p*ssing for England knowing that neither of us was letting the other down.
I think I'll be taking a trip to the plumbers merchants on Monday!