I’m getting in touch with my feminine side today. It’s not something I set out to do, but as I using a pink glue gun for craft activities, it’s sort of unavoidable. Added to that I am leaving a definite hint of fragrance as I move. That was definitely unavoidable.
The lack of diversity in rural gene pools isn’t something I’m qualified to discuss from a medical point of view, though with a family tree that rarely married anyone outside walking distance, I’m not one to point fingers.
However, there does seem to be a peculiarity in the farmer’s family in that they all seem to fear the natural smell of toilets. To be fair, having worked extensively with manure I’m probably desensitised to the smell. They, on the other hand, insist on booby trapping the toilets with sprays that fire a blast of corrosive scent whenever they detect movement. It wouldn’t be so bad if they positioned the things properly.
In recent days I’ve nearly been asphyxiated by one that faces directly into the sink, and fired a blast into my lungs as I washed my hands. This morning I was hit again, this time by one positioned to go off as soon as you open the toilet cubicle. I opened the door to check all was well for our visiting group when a blast of spray hit me.
We’ve had complaints from schools about kids getting a faceful of chemicals, but it doesn’t seem to have any effect. Like so many things, we move it and explain why, they move it back.
At the moment I am still coughing, and still reek of cheap scent, though at least my eyes aren’t running now. It’s at times like these that I wonder how we can use so many aerosols in a place called The Ecocentre. The answer, I fear is that ecological principles are outweighed by the chance to make my life miserable.
That’s why I smell like the toilet in a three star hotel.
Why, you may ask, the pink glue gun and the pursuit of craft activities?
Pink Glue Gun and mask making
The answer to that is money. A group made a late booking, Julia is working today, and I have stepped into the breach. We will be making autumn masks again today and I have just been making the blanks.
You take a paper plate, make a cut from rim to centre and then overlap the cut edges and glue them in place. It make a cone shape, though you can’t really see that in the photo. Here are some pictures of finished masks, and a link.
The pink glue gun is because Julia has a pink one after I complained she kept leaving my black one blocked up. Once we had two, the inevitable happened, and we managed to pack the black one away and forget where we put it.
I could make excuses for that, but in this case it really is down to my lack of organisation.
I cannot abide air ‘fresheners’! I’m not exactly keen on stinky loos but at least it’s a natural smell. Well …erm … sometimes 🙂
We recently converted to mains drainage as part of the move to letting out the centre as an office and they don’t smell at all compared to the old ones. 🙂
Nice! We can’t convert – no mains anywhere near here- but we do have a Klargester which isn’t too bad.
That’s the way we should have gone originally, Klargester and reed bed, but we went for separating and composting, which didn’t work well for public toilets, particularly in summer.
Yes. I have used a composting toilet before – in the summer. I have also used a loo in the Austrian mountains that was over a ravine…. Toilets I Have Known.
I am waiting for your new post on the subject… 🙂
Hehe!
What a neat project. And I’m happy to report we don’t have automatic scent sprayers in Maine. At least not that I have seen. Or should I write “have smelled.” Hope they don’t make their way here!
Have you thought of keeping a heap of wholesome manure in the loo?
It would smell better than the “air fresheners”. 🙂
Certainly would
🙂