The boat we’re on has a different kind of toilet facility from the hire boats. They have a ceramic loo and a sewage tank on board and you have to pay to have it pumped out once a fortnight. This boat has a plastic loo with a toilet box underneath which fills up every two days, and you have to find a sanitary facility where you can empty it. That’s fine for me: Dave is happy to do the honours. But when we arrived in Banbury yesterday and got a speedy internet connection and a place to get some food – Morrisons – it was a treat to use the flushing loo there.
“I think everyone on the boat should have their own toilet box,” said Dave this morning, when we were chatting in the bedroom.
Me: “Why on earth do you say that? That’s the kind of thing a character in one of my novels would say.”
Dave: “No doubt they will.”
Sue: “That’s very funny. I’ll have to put it on the blog.”
He drew the curtains.
Sue: “Hang on, is there anyone on the towpath?”
Dave: “No. But people don’t look in, anyway.”
Sue: “I do.”
Dave: “Well, thankfully, the towpath isn’t teeming with writers searching for copy.”
Sue: “That’s very bloggable.”
Dave: “See. It’s not even six o’clock and I’ve contributed two things to the blog already.”
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