Bloody builders......
Just remembered another barf-related incident...

Not long after we'd moved into our recently constructed house, we went for dinner at our friends house. The husband prides himself on his impeccable cordon bleu skills in the kitchen and concocted a Butter Chicken Curry which I must confess was one of the nicest meals I've ever eaten. Anyway, the drink flowed, the meal was a roaring success and the post-prandial Jamaican Old Holborn's were duly smoked. Suddenly I felt very queasy.... Being the polite sort that I am, I managed to alert my better half to my condition, and we managed to make our apologies and depart without causing too much offence.

By the time we got home I felt slightly better, and was sat on the sofa thinking I was over the worst. Oh, how wrong one can be....
With absolutely no warning whatsoever, the non-return valve failed and the Vesuvius that was my stomach, erupted. Fortunately, the distance from the lounge to the cloakroom is quite a short one, and I was able to negotiate it before the recent repast reappeared.....UNFORTUNATELY, the bog seat was down (the price I pay for living in a predominantly female household)....
There was absolutely no way I was going to make it, so I did what anybody would have done, and puked into the washbasin. The wife wasn't pleased, but what the hell, SHE wasn't going to have to force it all down the plug-hole, was she.....
No. And neither was I. Bugger. I TRIED. I mean, I REALLY tried. But it wasn't having it. Nothing. Zip. Nada. It just sat there refusing to budge.

And so, the following morning, feeling slightly worse for wear, I hold my breath and venture forth once again into the scene of the crime. I tried again. Nothing.....apart from the basin threatening to overflow with what looked like a dark brown consomme with chicken croutons. Final solution - remove u-bend and inspect further.

Oh God, it was horrible..... I couldn't get a bowl behind the sink, so I had to put a towel on the floor and just let it slop out....I'm shuddering just thinking about it. It turns out, that the reason it refused to sod off and become a hazard to shipping, was because the builders who'd constructed the house, had been washing their tools in the cloakroom basin, and the u-bend was 90% clogged up with what appeared to be concrete. Bastards.

Oh how we chortled.....from now on, the bog seat stays UP.....
(Desolation Angel, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 15:41, Reply)