While I'm on the subject of 'things, toilety in nature', I should pass comment on a toilet that my friend Nörbert recently had imported from his mother Fatherland. I certainly won't be passing anything else on it!
Being a voracious carnivore (and, of course, German), Nörbert has a few concerns regarding tape-worm and the such-like, so, in order to keep check on movements in his movements, he now has a toilet with a shelf built into it, so he can prod his poo about with a pencil before feeding the little fishies in the sea.
In his own words, he declares "I, for zis food, am paying wery güt monies and should be liking to eaten it for myselves!"
I was thinking about taking a short break with him at his parents house in Ratingen, a charming little town that was never in a big rush to rebuild after the war, but now I'm not so sure.
The last thing that I want is to gain the reputation of being a shit-stabber!