We’ve been sharing bathrooms with strangers for a couple of months now and, as you can probably imagine, bathroom smells are something you hope you don’t notice.
Which is why Master11’s comment as we entered the bathrooms at Ipswich Showgrounds was so odd.
“Something smells nice,” he announced.
Then I smelt it too.
Either we’d just missed the cleaner (unlikely, because it was 8pm) or someone had recently had a shower and been very generous with the aftershave. Maybe it was his birthday.
To be honest, we’ve probably been lucky so far. Every time we pull up at a new spot I wonder if there’ll be someone who doesn’t flush.
Besides my youngest child, I mean.
But at least we’re there to remind her.
Or worse than that, the risk of a yellow river if instead of individual plumbing in the showers they’ve a channel running through to a single drain.
Not the nicest of topics for a blog post, I’ll grant you, but these are the daily struggles of life on the road.
And clearly, based on Master11 commenting on how nice it smelt, I’m not the only one in the family with these sorts of internal dialogues.
Which should, it turns out, be kept internal. Or at least very, very quiet.
“Thank you,” came a shout from one of the toilet cubicles back in the ‘bowels’ of the bathroom. “Plenty more where that came from.”
I bet, we both thought as we giggled and ran away to hide our faces.
I’m sure he’ll get just as big a laugh telling his side of the story to his missus, but I’m really just hoping we haven’t encouraged some fella he shouldn’t flush anymore.
Raising a family on little more than laughs
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Welcome to Lowood,
How long will you be staying in town?
We think a week in the area looking around. Got some homeschooling bookwork to plow through.
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