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Friday, November 20, 2009

The singing toilet bowl

Much tumult and noise from the ladies' toilets, and the library not even open yet.

Salome spotted Lippy heading that way, sneaked in, switched off the light and hid behind the stall door. As Lippy entered and switched on the light Salome jumped out and shouted "Boo!"

Cue hysteria, screams of "I'm a ghostie!" and five minutes' worth of rude posterior noises made with the mouth.

Neither of these ladies is going to be seeing their fortieth birthday again. I don't know what the young ones make of it.

8 comments:

The Topiary Cow said...

Cow thinks it's charming that ladies past the first, or even second, blush of youth can still find a moment to have fun.

Granted, this was on "work" time...

Moo!

Pat said...

You're never to old for a giggle. And lavatory humour is bread an butter up there:)(I'm allowed to say that - my birthright.))

:: Wendy :: said...

is there flooding in and around the toilets of Helminthdale? How does regional (your up North aren't you?) flooding affect the Library?

Pearl said...

Delightfully silly of them. :-)

Pearl

Kevin Musgrove said...

Ms Cow: "charming" isn't a word that occurred to me (-:

Pat: oh yes, you're allowed!

Wendy: we're not that far up north, thank Heaven! Ta for asking.

Pearl: I hadn't thought "delightful" wither! (-:

St Jude said...

Well with the old Russian plumbing saga gaining momentum I doubt i can comment on the toilet humour of the two ladies ;0)At least they are enjoying themselves.

Gadjo Dilo said...

What fun and japes you have at your place of work, Kev, it sounds like it's worth all the aggro after all.

Kevin Musgrove said...

St. Jude: the Russian plumbing would fit in well.

Gadjo: gallows humour and displacement are our friends.