Dear SG :)
I'm happy about yr toilet, and I know how easy it is to say "just let it go" and how difficult it is to do,:comfort:! And I know your working on it ...
But mainly we're all happy about your toilet. In fact I'll just go check it out ... :Flush:

Re the toilet: :)

Re everyone expressing their happiness about the toilet: where's the emoticon for :snort: (i.e. the laughing kind)....but when I read the title for 3Foot's poll about the woodchuck, it was the bit that said "express your feelings" that triggered a :lol2: response as well, so if you want to make me laugh, just say express your feelings.

Re issues with the parents (mother): I know it's not an feasible option at the moment, (and I know I'm not saying anything you don't know already) but as soon as the moving out is a possibility, go your hardest. My mother is generally one of the sweetest people alive, but she drives me insane no matter how much I say the "be like sibling and smile and don't react or if you have to react, say something neutral" mantra . We always get along so much better when I'm in another city/country. Then I am actually able to appreciate her.

I do love her.
And I've always known it was tricky for us to live together.
It's exacerbated by the fact I was a free spirit for 20 years, and was slowly recovering from her negativity.

But she took me in when my world fell apart, and supports me financially now, knowing I am in a job I love, looking for more work and trying to get social housing. It's not easy for her either, having a big bolshie daughter with very different political, social and religious opinions in the hou9se.

And although she drives me crazy with her Clean Rules, I benefit from living in a spotless house, a world away from the physical state I ended up living in when I was on my own with depression.

She is a very good woman.
She just wasn't a natural mother.
But at least she ensured I wasn't willing to have a go at it myself (motherhood I mean) as I had the potential to be FAR worse.
Shame about my bro though - he's as phlegmatic as my Father and I think would have made a good Dad.

Having a happy toilet is like winning!

Having a happy Mum - winning.

If she now thinks you are dead smart - winning.

Knowing that every day you will use a toilet which is absolutely spotless through no effort of your own but you are still perceived to have a hand in it - priceless.

Um, get your hand out of the toilet, Sundae. ;)

It's certainly cleaner that a lot of things I touch at work in Reception!
Anti-bacterial handwash is my friend....

I know! I have to be really careful days like yesterday when I'm interacting with a hundred or so people and their paperwork. Towards the end of a very long day I was tired and forgot and rubbed my eyes.

Not sick yet, but it's like Russian Roulette.

I've been sicker this year than ever before.
I was so proud when I was volunteering - I caught nothing, or at least nothing significant.

From February onwards (when I ws gainfully employed with 4-5 year olds) I've had one problem after another. I was off work for two genuine days - and useless for the day before and the day after anyway. I was coughing so badly I got antibiotics and a leaflet on the symptoms of lung cancer.

I'm still coughing at night now.
But none of the other symptoms match.
I don't cough anything up, I am not losing weight, and I am not constantly out of breath.

So I definitely dodged a bullet.
But am still suffering from first year school syndrome...

Takes a body time to protect itself, and even then you gotta be careful. Btw I love how much you love your job. You have a big smile, in my mind, when you talk about it. :)

1. Hire someone else to do it.

2. Bleach.

Ha - thats funny.

I had one eye brow raised when I saw Wolf had posted in the toilet cleaning thread, I had to have a look.

You did not disappoint.

No, the toilet would have to be spotless before she let anyone else clean it. And they'd probably only have used the same fluids she was using anyway - assuming it was just dirt.
She does, every day.

It's okay - bicarb worked and she is like a young girl with an engagement ring. She keeps going to check out the loo, and tell people about it. She's made up.

Dwellar triumph.