Odd things your neighbours do?
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Frank7 said:
Roofless Toothless said:
This might be more suited to the 'you know you're getting old' thread but I think this arrangement would not surprise older members here. It was standard in my youth. The hand shower, on a flexi tube, sat on a cradle above the taps, just like an old fashioned telephone receiver. Very useful for rinsing the hair with nice clean water, especially if you were last in the bath and the whole family had been in there before you.
I was idly reading this, nodding along sagely, until I came to the final line.I froze for maybe 3-5 seconds, then contemplated dropping to my knees, and offering up a prayer of thanks, that even though WW11 was 12 weeks old when I was born, and my mother and I lived in a 3 bedroomed house, with her mother, father, and four of my mother’s sisters, until 1945, while my father was dodging shells in France, Belgium and Holland, no adult to my knowledge shared the same bathwater, although there were occasions when my mother would bathe me, wrap me in a towel, and use the water that she’d just used on me.
techiedave said:
austinsmirk said:
on a bath, related topic, (I work in social housing)- I've seen some of our developments end up having retro fitted bath taps- with long necks to accommodate the muslim community and their habit of washing with buckets and endless flowing water. Apparently you can't sit in a bath of still water, for whatever made up religious reason.
standard taps, won't pour/fill a bucket easily enough.
ditto, changing perfect wall mounted showers, riser rails and heads to different places to accommodate w.c bathing.
the best one, was an inman (sp?) demanding w.c's be placing in a non offending mecca direction and guess what, the black minority ethnic arm of our company, with a high density of muslim tnts, did try to do this.
you might as well just burn £10 notes these days, trying to accommodate the wonderful world we live in.
This post may soon be reported for blatant racism and you yourself put on the naughty list for listing these occurencesstandard taps, won't pour/fill a bucket easily enough.
ditto, changing perfect wall mounted showers, riser rails and heads to different places to accommodate w.c bathing.
the best one, was an inman (sp?) demanding w.c's be placing in a non offending mecca direction and guess what, the black minority ethnic arm of our company, with a high density of muslim tnts, did try to do this.
you might as well just burn £10 notes these days, trying to accommodate the wonderful world we live in.
Roofless Toothless said:
Frank7 said:
Roofless Toothless said:
This might be more suited to the 'you know you're getting old' thread but I think this arrangement would not surprise older members here. It was standard in my youth. The hand shower, on a flexi tube, sat on a cradle above the taps, just like an old fashioned telephone receiver. Very useful for rinsing the hair with nice clean water, especially if you were last in the bath and the whole family had been in there before you.
I was idly reading this, nodding along sagely, until I came to the final line.I froze for maybe 3-5 seconds, then contemplated dropping to my knees, and offering up a prayer of thanks, that even though WW11 was 12 weeks old when I was born, and my mother and I lived in a 3 bedroomed house, with her mother, father, and four of my mother’s sisters, until 1945, while my father was dodging shells in France, Belgium and Holland, no adult to my knowledge shared the same bathwater, although there were occasions when my mother would bathe me, wrap me in a towel, and use the water that she’d just used on me.
PixelpeepS3 said:
is anyone else here secretly hoping to see if their neighbour has wrote something about them?
I'm sure my neighbours think I'm odd for actually using my garage for the car rather than hoarding a load of old ste in there instead!! (It's the only garage on the estate that is used for a car lol)Digga said:
ust playing devils advocake (sp), but is it possible that this is what might commonly be referred to as a beater or a 'station' car? I do know a few people who have a st car for the purpose of leaving in railway station car parks and the like, or even for taking their dogs out, in order to save their 'proper' car from being wrecked, inside or out. I met a guy once who had a decent garage of cars but also kept a black cab, purely to drive his (large) dog to and from walks.
I see what you are saying, but I am 99% sure none of the above applies.alorotom said:
PositronicRay said:
next door still had outside facilities.
My sisters house still does. It has internal bathrooms, heating, plumbing etc... as you’d expect but the fully equipped and maintained out-house still exists and is great when they have parties and bbqs! I can remember well the days when the big was out the back, there was a tin bath hanging on a nail on the door, the paper was squares of Daily Mirror, and bloody great big spiders were more of a deterrent than the cold.
techiedave said:
Digga said:
ust playing devils advocake (sp), but is it possible that this is what might commonly be referred to as a beater or a 'station' car? I do know a few people who have a st car for the purpose of leaving in railway station car parks and the like, or even for taking their dogs out, in order to save their 'proper' car from being wrecked, inside or out. I met a guy once who had a decent garage of cars but also kept a BLACK CAB , purely to drive his (large) dog to and from walks.
That's what he told you.But on nights of the full moon he puts on a mohawk wig and clutches a crumpled £20 note.
Armed with a variety of handguns he sets off and cleans up your city of its sleazy underbelly of crime
For he is the Taxi Driver
alorotom said:
My sisters house still does. It has internal bathrooms, heating, plumbing etc... as you’d expect but the fully equipped and maintained out-house still exists and is great when they have parties and bbqs!
Same as my friend's grandparent's house. The postman also uses it if he is caught short in the middle of his round.commonplace in student houses too, or they were when i was a student in the 90s. Mainly because the landlords do the bare minimum to get the house earning money for them, so if they had an outside loo, that thing was staying. I remember a mate of mine once realised he had forgotten his keys after a night on the ale, and whilst figuring out what to do (this was pre mobile phones) he decided he needed a pee sufficiently to brave the outside loo, which had not been used by any of he and his housemates before. Turns out it had not been used for a very, very long time, and when the pee hit the water it broke a kind of mould skin that had formed on the surface over the decades, releasing the most putrid stench he had ever encountered. This made him immediately vomit whereupon the disgusting water then splashed onto his clothes. He wasn't pleased, and still couldn't get in the house.
I remember my first wife’s family home, a terraced street in Bermondsey, SE London, had an outside toilet, this was circa 1960, we married in 1961.
To get to it, you could walk down the passage from the front, (living) room, past a downstairs bedroom, into a rear small kitchen type room, thence into the scullery, where the kitchen sink was, then out into the back yard to the toilet.
Many a time, after “volunteering” to do the washing up in the scullery, I had my hands up her sweater, unhooking her bra, when someone would stride into the room, en route for the bog.
I must have had bruises on my bare todger, after having to slam it, and myself up against the sink, to avoid getting caught.
To get to it, you could walk down the passage from the front, (living) room, past a downstairs bedroom, into a rear small kitchen type room, thence into the scullery, where the kitchen sink was, then out into the back yard to the toilet.
Many a time, after “volunteering” to do the washing up in the scullery, I had my hands up her sweater, unhooking her bra, when someone would stride into the room, en route for the bog.
I must have had bruises on my bare todger, after having to slam it, and myself up against the sink, to avoid getting caught.
PositronicRay said:
Roofless Toothless said:
Frank7 said:
Roofless Toothless said:
This might be more suited to the 'you know you're getting old' thread but I think this arrangement would not surprise older members here. It was standard in my youth. The hand shower, on a flexi tube, sat on a cradle above the taps, just like an old fashioned telephone receiver. Very useful for rinsing the hair with nice clean water, especially if you were last in the bath and the whole family had been in there before you.
I was idly reading this, nodding along sagely, until I came to the final line.I froze for maybe 3-5 seconds, then contemplated dropping to my knees, and offering up a prayer of thanks, that even though WW11 was 12 weeks old when I was born, and my mother and I lived in a 3 bedroomed house, with her mother, father, and four of my mother’s sisters, until 1945, while my father was dodging shells in France, Belgium and Holland, no adult to my knowledge shared the same bathwater, although there were occasions when my mother would bathe me, wrap me in a towel, and use the water that she’d just used on me.
WinstonWolf said:
PositronicRay said:
Roofless Toothless said:
Frank7 said:
Roofless Toothless said:
This might be more suited to the 'you know you're getting old' thread but I think this arrangement would not surprise older members here. It was standard in my youth. The hand shower, on a flexi tube, sat on a cradle above the taps, just like an old fashioned telephone receiver. Very useful for rinsing the hair with nice clean water, especially if you were last in the bath and the whole family had been in there before you.
I was idly reading this, nodding along sagely, until I came to the final line.I froze for maybe 3-5 seconds, then contemplated dropping to my knees, and offering up a prayer of thanks, that even though WW11 was 12 weeks old when I was born, and my mother and I lived in a 3 bedroomed house, with her mother, father, and four of my mother’s sisters, until 1945, while my father was dodging shells in France, Belgium and Holland, no adult to my knowledge shared the same bathwater, although there were occasions when my mother would bathe me, wrap me in a towel, and use the water that she’d just used on me.
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