The Reverend Peter P Potts thought he had experienced a miracle when his ‘late night’ wee disappeared.
The accommodation attached to Mr Potts’ new church had not been much modernised since it had been built almost 100 years ago.
The bedroom was on the top floor and the loo was two flights lower. A rather inconvenient convenience.
“In those days,” said Mr Potts. “People used a chamber pot.”
Mr Potts’ nocturia complaint meant he had to make several trips to the bathroom during the night. He thought he hit on a solution by reverting to the age-old use of a chamber pot. He found one, handily, in the wardrobe.
The first time he used it, in the morning, lo and behold, the pot was empty.
This happened on subsequent nights. Mr Potts thought it was a miracle and called his sexton to share his excitement.
The sexton examined the Reverend’s bedroom and chamber pot and pointed to a hairline fracture in the pot.
“When you place it back under the bed,” he said. “It slowly leaks out, goes through the gaps in the floorboards and down into the room below. Which is…?”
Mr Potts thought for a moment before realising it was the kitchen.
“Mrs Moulton the housekeep complained of a strange smell,” he joked. “But I thought it was just her personal habits. I didn’t like to say anything.
“The smell is in the floorboards and roof beams. I need a miracle now to get rid of it.”
If the liquid in a vessel disappeared overnight would you think:
- The dog drank it?
- You were drunk and you drank it?
- It evaporated?
- Your room mate was playing a trick?
- It was a leaky vessel?
- It’s a miracle?
Where’s the most embarrassing place you’ve had a wee?
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