For want of a 'Biedermeier cupboard'I am obliged to use this ingenious invention, which - I am reliably informed - is referred to as an lavatory. What will they think of next?
Hello Tom: We imagine the 'they' is us!! We continue to find Nancy Mitford, and on this occasion we do not refer to her classic tome 'The Sun King', a guiding light in a world of slipping and very uncertain standards. We do not intend ourselves to be dragged down the 'pan'!!
Sorry Hattats - I was feeling a bit mischievous when I posted this up (thanks - in part - to some rather reasonably priced, Hungarian rosè from Waitrose). If it's any consolation, I am suffering this morning for it.
The Mitfords - what a crew! I have an elderly, upper-crust mate who taught me that any word other than 'toilet' is acceptable when referring to the smallest room in the house amongst genteel company, so I now often ask "Where is the shitter?", when I am with titled hosts in the country.
He also me that - along with a whole host of tell-tale signs for spotting a member of the lower orders - one never says "Excuse me", or "Pleased to meet you", so in order to put my superiors at ease at the first meeting, I make a point of saying "Pleased to meet you, I'm sure. Excuse me, but where's the toilet?"
A thunder box maybe?
ReplyDeleteHello Tom:
ReplyDeleteWe imagine the 'they' is us!! We continue to find Nancy Mitford, and on this occasion we do not refer to her classic tome 'The Sun King', a guiding light in a world of slipping and very uncertain standards. We do not intend ourselves to be dragged down the 'pan'!!
Thank you so much for the link.
Crapper"s! hahahaha!
ReplyDeleteSorry Hattats - I was feeling a bit mischievous when I posted this up (thanks - in part - to some rather reasonably priced, Hungarian rosè from Waitrose). If it's any consolation, I am suffering this morning for it.
ReplyDeleteThe Mitfords - what a crew! I have an elderly, upper-crust mate who taught me that any word other than 'toilet' is acceptable when referring to the smallest room in the house amongst genteel company, so I now often ask "Where is the shitter?", when I am with titled hosts in the country.
He also me that - along with a whole host of tell-tale signs for spotting a member of the lower orders - one never says "Excuse me", or "Pleased to meet you", so in order to put my superiors at ease at the first meeting, I make a point of saying "Pleased to meet you, I'm sure. Excuse me, but where's the toilet?"
Tom, I love your irreverence!
ReplyDeleteIt's a form of selective Tourette's Sue.
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