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The toilet seat broke

A new one became top of our home improvement wish list, an emergency actually.

I would like to have spent today slouching on the sofa.

I might have liked to take some time to write about my numerous trips out, film, theatre, visiting, or maybe about the dinners I’ve cooked for guests, my perfect roast parsnips.

I could have waxed lyrical about my new winter wardrobe, my purchase of wide legged sequinned trousers, two pairs, one silver, one black, a men’s black cashmere jumper and an oversize grey one to wear with them. People think I’m wearing sequins because Xmas is coming. They’ll need to reconsider come February. Sequins, Dear Reader, are not just for Xmas. Neither should they be confined to strappy sandal evening type affairs. Daytime grocery shopping trips in trainers deserve a bit of sparkle too.

No time for that though.

Instead, my husband and I ventured out to John Lewis. While we mixed reluctantly with Oxford Streets shopping masses we were sung at loudly and tunelessly, Xmas songs as far as we could tell. Cornflake was armed with a tape measure and a drawing he’d made of a toilet seat. We searched for and found the perfect oak seat with slow closing lid and I replaced the old toilet seat with the new one when we got home. .

I didn’t love the experience.

Do love the sensation of a non-precarious pee though.