When I was young
I also had an irrational fear of toilets. The noise some made used to irk me somewhat, but I was quite utterly terrified of the ones with a high-level flush. You know; the ones high up the wall with the chain flushes.

I just about coped with that, but when I was about 7, I visited my Great Grandmother for the first and only time of my life (she was a right old cow).

After being fed stale crisps and biscuits and that (politely refusing due to the fact they tasted like crap), I went off to use the bathroom to be faced with such a toilet.

But it was worse than that. The cistern also went round the corner and wasn't on the same wall as the bowl!.

This completely freaked me out, and I just backed out of the bathroom slowly, and just hoped that I could hold on through the journey home until I was back at our nice sane potty.

The journey was over 80 miles, and I didn't.
(Glis, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 23:14, Reply)