Don't read this if you don't like toilet humour, but I just had to tell you about a couple of minor disasters.
In the morning at Slaty Hut in the Richmond Ranges, I went out to the long-drop loo and discovered to my horror - too late - that I had only 2 leaves of toilet paper left on the roll. Well, let me tell you, I performed a miracle with those 2 leaves. When I told Rob of my situation, he suggested that I would have to resort to the Eastern way, using a cup of water. Hmmm. But he did, reluctantly, let me use his roll.
I got my pay back at Anne Hut on the St James when his roll fell into the dunny. It was great making him beg on bended knee. Yeah.
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