We travel with the camper through England. Not our usual way of holidaying, emptying the chemical toilet takes some getting used to. I remove the waste bin at the bottom of the camper and while I walk away with it I hear my husband grumbling that apparently something has leaked considerably. Strange, I hadn’t seen. He muffs things up. And then I hear my daughter call from above the camper to my son: “Why do I see Papa’s hands at the bottom of the toilet, when I open the cover to flush?”
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