My personal view is that the toilet should be a place of sanctuary, where a man can go with a newspaper, or more recently an iPad, and spend some quiet time alone with his thoughts and a pile of poo.
Doesn’t work so well in our house. If the cats discover I have crept away to the toilet, they cry until they are allowed to join me. They like to watch the flushing stage, especially if there are monster floaters that they can track as they rotate their way downwards. And then there is she who must be obeyed who is no respecter of quiet places. She will come barging in, give me a kiss on the forehead, complain about the smell, then leave. All very charming; but not really my idea of quiet toilet time.
Still, I must have more solitude than the people who use this facility:
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2011-10-09| Wally Cook says‘They like to watch the flushing stage, especially if there are monster floaters that they can track as they rotate their way downwards.’’ Being a religious and PC sort of person I feel the above sentence contained a turd, oops, sorry, I meant tad, too much information.