I’m not sure if something has been going on at my work place where we need to notify the maximum capacity of a toilet!
Ah, Foxy - no wonder I love you! My father was a coal miner (coal face cutter/ripper) for many, many years throughout my childhood and early teens. He was pensioned off with the pneumoconiosis that, ultimately, shortened his life but I still have memories of him coming home straight from the pit with his head, shoulders and arms black with coal dust. He wore a belt that he'd made from the coal conveyor material and when that was laid across a bare backside for some terrible misdemeanour or other it was pretty damned certain you were going to be either sensible enough to never repeat the sin, or wily enough to not get caught! Not at all the "good old days" but certainly not to be regretted or forgotten. WHOOPS - apologies for the thread hijack!
