In which she uses her "toilets" tag some more

[zeborah]

Worked while my house got painted on. It's gonna be awesome especially when they start with the purple ("troubadour" though I don't think troubadours were particularly renowned for wearing purple, but anyway) and all the people who got pained expressions on their faces when I mentioned purple will be proved wrong, haHA!

More or less after work I wandered down the road a bit for three purposes:

1. to see if the corner shops whose walls used to be perpendicular to the ground but after the quake were attempting to form a funky W shape were in fact now more reminiscent of this photo:
   
   [ETA: Okay I shouldn't have tried to hotlink. Try http://twitpic.com/4cyyg5.]
   And sure enough they were.
2. to see if my wee library of books had disappeared from the busstop. Not only had they all disappeared, but someone had tagged the sign I'd made. Ah Linwood, never change! I'll make another sign and put book-protection plastic on this time.
3. to see if the updated city council map was correct that there's a place to pour one's toilet waste in the next street over. Sure enough there is. It says "Human waste only" and "Beware of splashback!" and has a bottle of hand sanitiser duct taped to it.

I'm still gearing myself up to using the actual chemical toilet. Have been reading the instructions and looking at it mistrustfully. There's a water tank and a waste tank and a bottle of chemicals, and there's levers and knobs and lots of dire warnings.

I'm slightly disappointed that no-one commented about the exploding toilets I mentioned. Seriously, exploding toilets! However this is outweighed by the amount of disappointment I contain that the newspaper didn't use the opportunity to comment on the possibility that the contents of said exploding toilets might hit the bathroom fan.

Gotta go, Boots wants food. I was thinking of starving her a while longer so she'd catch and nom more of the flies that have been bugging me, but then one of them landed on my back and she launched herself at it and caught my back with her claws. She apologised very prettily, with lots of rubbing against me and looking cute and so forth, but I have my suspicions.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Oooh, I want to see that photo! Unfortunately all I get is the little question mark icon showing a broken link

[zeborah]

D'oh. Hotlinking is wrong, girls and boys! Try http://twitpic.com/4cyyg5 instead.

[(Anonymous)]

Becky here. I've always felt that one of the signs of a great civilization is indoor plumbing. God, that must be miserable to cope with. And yeah, having Boots land on your back with claws out would be unpleasant. Will you be posting a pic of the new paint job?

[zeborah]

There will definitely be photos (unless the people who look sceptical when I mention purple turn out to be right, but I'm pretty sure that's not gonna happen).

[(Anonymous)]

Becky again. There is this lovely late Victorian home in POK that is painted up properly in the style of the times, and just gorgeous. The owners, thankfully, have kept it up, and I simply drool as I go past. Anyhow, the colours are all blues and teals and purples, and very attractive. Then there is the one where Hallowe'en never left -- black, purple, and oranges. I'll try to take some pics the next time J and I are near there. So, I think your choice of purple/Troubadour is quite nice.