There was a time when...
...kneeling in front of the toilet at 10:30 on a Saturday morning meant I'd gone big, not gone home, and only have vague recollections of Friday night.
Now it means I have a lovely clean, citrus fresh, bathroom.
...kneeling in front of the toilet at 10:30 on a Saturday morning meant I'd gone big, not gone home, and only have vague recollections of Friday night.
Now it means I have a lovely clean, citrus fresh, bathroom.