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Five days in, and I think Morgan’s mastered the workings of the British toilet. They are by no means easy to use. Goodbye big job-little job-one-push buttoned toilet; hello muscle-powered-lawn mower-styled loo. I’m talking full cranking. You really have to get your whole body into the full flushing motion. Morgan’s lady-like touch was only re-adding new water to the bowl leaving all the fun still fully visible. What now seems to be ample respect between Morgan and his new found foe, Morgan definitely has a newly acquired appreciation for the British toilet. Now he’s worried that he might break the toilet now that he’s been putting all of his manly strength into flushing.
I guess flushing issues are a whole heck of a lot better than what we can expect from an Indian “toilet” where I highly doubt flushing is even involved.
Ps. London’s an expensive place; even the cost of relief comes with a heafty fee. 50 pence is what it’ll cost you to use the loo. That’s roughly one dollar, Canadian.