Dwayne made a good point.
The random toilet deserves one last moment.
Here goes.
Ah, random toilet, how did we love thee? Let me count the ways.
Thou wert a place of rest for weary overnight travellers that didn't want to ascend the stairs whilst half asleep.
Thou wert also a haven to which boys (and - let's be honest - even girls sometimes) could run in an emergency.
Thou wast the one and only toilet in this abode, unassuming yet necessary, whilst the upstairs privy wast being gutted and renovated, and the donut shop down the street wast closed.
Thine enclosure in the hall didst shield 60 to 75% of a person using thee. Which isn't bad for a random toilet.
Thou didst provide many joyful laughs and deepening of relationships, as we fondly displayed thee to our friends who toured the house.
Thou didst inspire creativity and imagination amongst those friends who offered suggestions of what could be done with thee.
And now thou art gone.
Thou didst back up and spew, and although we do not hold that against thee, yea indeed, we do forgive thee - yet - thee had to go.
Thy time has come. Thou hast fulfilled all of thee's duties (doodies?) in this house, and the time has come for thee to go to thine eternal reward, perhaps on heaven's front lawn, as a daisy planter.
And so we bid you a fond farewell, one last flush, as it were, content in the happy reflection that you were a part of our lives for a time.
Adieu, random toilet! Adieu.
