When I got up this morning I went into the lavatory to perform my regular liquid expulsion and my first thought for the day was that I should haunt an opera theatre.
My daughter had carefully arranged toilet roll tubes on the top of the cistern tank, so it resembled a pipe organ. As I tinkled the ivories I imagined tinkling the ivories. Sustained booming chords ringing out from the depths. I flushed.
It was a great way to start the day. Sometimes even the simplest acts by my children can make the world seem bright.
And yes ... I do look that bad in the morning. At least until the first cup of coffee.
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