Iron Fist wrote:I cant think of anything worse then when dropping the kids to school having someone else come in to drop there guts and spray the porcelin and me having to listen to it.
What do you guys think?
I'm with you on this one...can't stand it when I've settled in to a relaxing crap and the next cubicle gets suddenly filled with some rude barstard heaving his guts out. And smelling the results!!

Psyber wrote:Those of us who gone camping occasionally and had to find a suitable bush or rock, or have stayed places where what passes for a loo is made of thatch or corrugated iron, learn to get over these issues.
Speak for yourself! I spent years in India growing up, going wherever the going was good, and frequently where the going was very, very bad. Plus plenty of bush craps! I reckon the whole India thing is what has turned me into a toilet recluse...I will head to the "executive lounge" (disabled toilet!) rather than head in to the adjoining cubicle at work if occupied. Aaah, peace and quiet.
Which brings me to another issue - en suites. I always thought I'd quite like an en suite - convenience, ease and all that. We moved house a while ago and I've discovered I don't!
It's quite traumatic for me, as an avowed toilet recluse, to be subjected to the gruntings, however gentle they may be, of the lovely Mrs Pottsy producing the unemployed! How to reconcile the flames of ardour with the earthy realities of the sounds of the end results of yesterdays meal? The dilemma! I might have to replace the sliding door with a heavy one...or follow after one of my mates who did a warehouse conversion and put an old bank safe door in to his dunny - not a peep from in there!
