My mum’s told me about putting newspaper on the seat of the outdoor toilet in the middle of winter if you absolutely had to go in the night, to make it bearable (1950s northern England). The warmth of someone else’s arsecheeks is much more preferable to that, thanks.
I would have to agree with that - I’d rather have someone else’s butt take the full brunt of an outdoor, nighttime, northern England, cold toilet seat. Lol - those types of cold seats are what taught me to “hover” when necessary. (Well, not specifically the same as northern England outdoor toilets, but similar)
My mum’s told me about putting newspaper on the seat of the outdoor toilet in the middle of winter if you absolutely had to go in the night, to make it bearable (1950s northern England). The warmth of someone else’s arsecheeks is much more preferable to that, thanks.
I would have to agree with that - I’d rather have someone else’s butt take the full brunt of an outdoor, nighttime, northern England, cold toilet seat. Lol - those types of cold seats are what taught me to “hover” when necessary. (Well, not specifically the same as northern England outdoor toilets, but similar)