My dear OH does like an orderly life, bless him. Pity he is stuck with me, because I am not orderly. However, I do replace the toilet rolls if they are empty – or even nearly empty – so hold that thought for a moment.
A few days ago, I went up to the bathroom to perform my ablutions, and noticed that there was a piece of text stuck to the backboard of the shelf where we keep the toilet paper. I peered closer, and this is what I read:
Well, as I thought about this, I noted that this shelf is to the left of our most convenient piece of porcelain, and I glanced thoughtfully at the immobilising sling which confines my left arm.
And what I thought was “Hmm”. Bearing in mind that I do replace the rolls when necessary and I can’t use my left arm at the moment, was this little ditty not lacking just a tad in empathy? Not to mention that it had a distinctly admonitory edge to it.
I took a deep breath and wrote a poem of my own. And that’s why there are now two pieces of paper taped to the backboard of the shelf.
Nobody can say that life is dull in our house!