I wrote this posting immediately I returned from Delhi, but with one thing and another I haven’t posted it yet. It is a rave about my new loo. After 4 months ruining my knees during my early morning activities, lovely Donald, my arch-nemesis, actually did job number 27 before jobs numbered 1-26, which, as #27 was installing a western loo for me, I will love him forever.
So my first thoughts on seeing the vision of loveliness were as follows:
Today I sat for at least half an hour on my new, gorgeous, beautiful, glistening, masterpiece of a Western loo. What a welcome back to my little room at RUHSA. It was the first thing of which I took a photo. Its elegant curves sweep upwards to the delicately moulded seat, perched high above the concrete floor, the slim-line cistern with it’s modern flush system complimenting the pale blue walls perfectly. All in all, it is a marvellous thing to behold. You may think that, as I have been in the UK for Christmas, I need not be so poetic about a lavatory, but I can assure you, it is a very exciting thing indeed to see in my bathroom.