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Indeed, the breezy outside lav would appear to be singularly ill-adapted to the leisurely pursuits covered by this thread...
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
.... yes, yet another case where the toffs and the proles are united against the cosy world of the bourgeois middle classes!
Oh, I Say! 46 posts already about going to the lavvie and now it's a class war! And, in saying 'lav' that really, I suppose, makes me one of the hoi-polloi!! Or does it? Because to say 'toilet' is so terribly frowned upon in a Nancy Mitford world, and we all know it should be lavatory and only the nouveau riche and parvenu say 'loo'
I don't understand the process. Is it before, during or after? I would be in there all day because I need to concentrate.
I wouldn't worry! I don't think it's the sort of thing that can be explained! Keep on doing what you've always done!
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
... well, as I indicated in my #22 above, I'm all for an efficient throughput with no call for lingering.
Mind you, friends who have noted the ordering of my book collections (English lliterature chronological; foreign literature alphabetical; other subjects Dewey; CDs alphabetical by composer; within composer subclassified by style... usw, usw, usw) have hinted at possibly anal-retentive characteristics...
My bathroom library currently comprises "Island on the Edge of the World - the story of St Kilda" by Charles MacLean and a selection of 1:25000 Ordnance Survey maps consisting almost entirely of contour lines.
I am currently enjoying a biography of the totally outrageous Tallulah Bankhead. It is difficult to imagine now how sensational her behaviour and comments must have been in the 1920s and 30s.
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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