(I mean this to be lighthearted0
I really, really really need a second loo in the house.
We downsized several years ago and are now both retired. We have a lovely house and garden but I so want a second loo. Maybe a second bathroom. But there's no way to add one without major expense and upheaval
When we were both working, it didn't matter. Our routines kept us busy and out of each others way, but not now. Whenever I'm about to shave my legs/have a shower/cut my toe nails or whatever, there's a plaintive cry at the bathroom door. His bowels need to move AT THAT PRECISE POINT.
And no, he cant wait. It has to be then. So I stop what I'm doing and let him in.
Then of course, I have to go back in to the smell that creeps up my nostrils and lingers all day.
I believe there's some unknown biological mechanism that men possess that alerts their bowels to the woman's need for some time in the bathroom. Its like an alarm clock.
Saving running away money - 'leaving fund'
What loutish behaviour - Boris manspreading
I'm uglier than yesterday - I'm aghast