They had me cornered.

I had nowhere to go.

And they knew it.

One after the other they came to share their stories, show me tins of chickpeas, laptops they’d made, dolls.

To tell me stories about the giant that rides the big machines at roadworks.

And eventually to throw tantrums.

There was nowhere to go.

They knew it.

I was trapped.

When will I be able to go to the toilet in peace???

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  1. , 16. July 2009, 18:00

    My SIL has 18 and 20yo children and still gets bailed up when she goes to the toilet. I think the only solution is to runaway from home.

  2. , 16. July 2009, 22:40

    when they leave home.

    though I must say that I draw the line at them coming into the toilet with me when they start school. But then they still stand outside the door talking to me.


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