My mother was obsessive about public loos and avoided them unless in danger of standing in a puddle. We too had to hover, use a tissue to open the door, and shoulder our way out because of the 'filthy door handle'. My friend's mum complained once that most flush levers were too high; we all looked puzzled until this lady of seventy plus, rotund and short, informed us that she always flushed the loo with her foot ! What a picture that conjured up.
Seems it’s now Harry’s uncle - the Earl of Spencer - having his turn at a “tell all” book.





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