I have just spectacularly embarrassed meself.
I love vegetables , so I made myself a big old hash of veg for me dinner , mashed potato , sprouts , leeks , sweet potato , carrot and mushy peas all served with a gravy so thick , you could dance on it. My eyes being bigger than my belly ,an impossibility the mean spirited amongst you may shout.(One word MJ and your banned!) .I made a smidgeon too much.
Having manfully done my best , I had a bit of a dilemma on my hands , I gathered the left overs onto a plate with the intention of doing the decent thing and chilling it for tomorrow. Sadly my inner Paris Hilton stepped up and had a screaming tantrum about being expected to eat manky day old veg AGAIN tomorrow.I weakened , threw economic caution to the wind and chucked the whole sorry mess down the downstairs lav .Well I didn't want the malodorous ghost of dinners past stinking up the kitchen.
At this point the door bell rang , a friend from work popping round for a chat and a coffee .Chat and coffee accomplished they asked to use the loo before they went.
***Bathroom Door closes..... startled scream.... hasty embarrassed exit.****
Which seemed a bit odd, as they hadn't been in there long enough to have done a massive dump , so requiring a quick getaway before the stench invaded the house.
As I was puzzling over this bizarre behaviour , I suddenly realised with horror , that on chucking the horrible morass of vegetables and gravy down the loo(completely splattering the pan in the process) , I had closed the lid , but hadn't flushed .
God alone knows what kind of horrific gastric incident they thought had occurred and I dread to think what hideous rumours will be circulating tomorrow :-(