For those of a delicate stomach look away now, do not read on - you have been warned!
Right, it is Saturday morning we are up preparing ourselves for visitors, himself is in the bathroom. The loo is flushed. The vacuum cassette system makes its usual noise, and it continues to make its usual noise for some time (You may just be getting an inkling of where this is going by now), before a look of dawning horror crosses Joe's face... "Oh God!". Dashing to the cabin and opening the door under our bed Joe shouts to me to find the toilet switch on the control board and "switch the bloody thing off!" Sure enough, the flexible pipe from the loo to the cassette has been forced off and there is ... well, you can guess what is under the bed by now. So we set to and clean up. " Shall I cancel our visitors?" I ask. "No, we will be OK it can be fixed..., flush the loo while I hold this." I Obey. The loo flushes, Joe is covered in effluent.
"I'll cancel the visitors."
Being fully signed up members of the S**t Shoveler Union by now we set out to clean up again. Finally showered, I left Joe cobbling together a makeshift bracket to prevent the same happening again, the washing machine busy and went off to walk the dogs in fresh air!