I have just come across a copy of part of a letter that I wrote to a dear friend (who is still a dear friend) back in 1978.
“How often do you go to the loo? Twice a day at least? That means for the last thirty years you have made about 22,000 visits. And how many times have you checked the loo before you sat down? [at that time my friend was living in Canada – as I now know, had it been Australia, the answer would have been different]. Well, for the record, I rarely do. Perhaps I ought. ‘Cos yesterday there was a bloody great bumble bee sitting underneath the seat. And he took great exception to the light going out on his world.”