My parents put a compostable toilet in their house. My parents live in a two-story log cabin in Whitehorse, Yukon–so it somehow doesn’t seem so far-fetched. It’s actually quite a good toilet as far as compostable toilets go.
If Mum’s in the middle of her quilting projects, she doesn’t have to run downstairs anymore to visit the loo. It’s right there. I think she’s put a kettle upstairs too–for tea. Cozy. Warm. She’s settling in for the winter.
Best of all, Dad’ll have the downstairs completely to himself. If she settles in, he won’t see her until spring.
[…] see in the room. And she panned the camera. I laughed out loud because I COULD SEE the door to the upstairs toilet. “Don’t leave the webcam on Mum–and go to the loo–and leave the door […]