in being enviro friendly, wee wee aren’t so hygenic?
it’s embarrassing to admit that i actually learned something from the demi moore/rob lowe movie about last night. but here you go — each time you flush the toilet, six litres of water is used.
i’m glad that i learned something to keep me awake in that crap-tastic movie. six litres. that is a lot.
during the night, when i get up to wee, i have never been much of a flusher. i have trained charles to be much the same way. six litres of water! i wailed to him. he made all sorts of noises about bacteria and hygiene that i admit made very good sense.
during the summers at fintry, where there is a septic tank system, we sort of follow the old agage:
if it’s yellow then its mellow
if it’s brown, flush it down
every four wees or so, once the water gets YELLOW instead of yellowish, you flush.
is this wrong?
according to sebastian, my little primary one king, YES YES YES.
mummy, he instructed me, as he charged into my room the other day trying to see where i was hiding his birthday presents. "you didn’t go to the toilet right".
oh dear, i thought we had sorted out this whole mummy can’t wee standing up business a while ago, but i started explaining again about willies giving men a whole lot of advantages when weeing as long as they didn’t abuse the privilege.
"no!" exclaimed my little crusader, "you didn’t flush! you must!"
it’s true. i didn’t. and often, in my own bathroom, particularly if magnificent is away (as he is right now), i don’t flush a lot if i am the only one contributing to the toilet.
this is a conundrum. in not flushing, sheryl crow says this makes me best friend forever of the environment. yet my son thinks i am a slatternly cow.
and if he didn’t flush, i am not sure how i would react! i mean, he helps with the recycling and knows that recycling helps to keep Earth healthy, but, i am not sure that would be his impetus for not flushing.
bah humbug.
