You don't need whiskers to ...

Or perhaps you do, I thought to myself yesterday. Maybe you do need a Y chromosome to install a toilet seat successfully.

When I put the house on the market I bought a new, wooden toilet seat to replace the disabled friendly one we had for Jim. I installed it. I do not, as far as I am aware, have a Y chromosome. And I did install it but it wobbled from the day I installed it. Every now and then it just fell off.

When Dean the Tradie came to do a few bits and pieces I asked him to try and fix it. And he did. And it didn't wobble. Nice and firm.

Until yesterday when it simply exploded off the toilet and fell to the floor, spattering nuts and bolts and washers all over the toilet floor.

I gave up, went to Bunnings and bought another toilet seat with less complicated fixings.

Or so I thought. 

It looked easy enough but I struggled and struggled and struggled. One of the bolts got stuck and had to be liberated with WD40 and hot water. 

I nearly gave up. Who needs a toilet seat anyway?

Eventually, though, it all came together and I have a toilet seat, installed, not wobbling. And it is fixed with wing nuts so should be easy to fix if it loosens again.

So apparently you don't need whiskers or a Y chromosome to fit a toilet seat successfully.

Lindsey and I went to the market on Saturday morning. We haven't been for ages. I came home with eggs and vegetables and belly pork and bacon. I also came home with garlic oil and lemon oil but I got those at the supermarket because the olive oil man wasn't at the market.

Lindsey came for lunch on Sunday. Apart from the potatoes and gravy, everything we ate came from the market

$30 worth of shopping from the market.
That doesn't include the belly pork or the bacon

We have had some very wintry weather recently. No snow, although we have had some icy rain. And it's been cold. I am going to miss this:

It keeps the house lovely and warm

A winter morning sunrise: