Can I talk to you about toilet rolls, please?

Um, if you must.

Yeah, so I live in a house with four children, three of whom are teenagers,

one of whom's away at the moment, but you know, it's still the same effect.

I think something happens to them when they go into the toilet,

because their hands don't work when the lural runs out,

so they don't seem able to replace it.

And then if they do actually manage to put a new one on,

they just toss the cardboard in into the floor,

so it's near the bin, just in the bin.

Yes, we have that all the time.

And the other thing they do is they,

they come and steal the lural out of my bathroom.

And then you're on the toilet, reach it and you're like,

oh, God's sake, and you knew it was there this morning.

And God forbid, you would be the only person in the house with a teenager,

because they won't come in the bathroom for you to give you another toilet roll.

Well, they could be horrified and shocked.

You'd die there, like Bridget Jones, wouldn't you?

You'd die on the loo, waiting for someone to be lonely.

Death or the toilet?

Sincuriating.

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