The lap of luxury?
I began this term in a state of double quilted ecstasy. The luxury toilet paper, which came alongside other essentials from the ever so generous mum and dad, was a welcome indulgence in our bathroom. However, it soon ran out. Unprepared to pay for products at the high end of the toilet paper market, we all found ourselves reduced to buying economy loo roll. Even buying the cheap stuff, however, we found that it ran out all too quickly. Especially the day after a heavy session on the town, it was simply astounding how much we could actually get through. We became quickly dismayed at the amount that we found ourselves spending on it. All of a sudden, it became a very valuable asset. One sheet was considered perfectly adequate for all but the severest of cases. I still cannot get over the frustration of going into the bathroom, taking my seat upon the throne, and then realising that, although the day began with a full roll, no more than a barren cardboard tube remained. I would emerge from the bathroom shaking my head in disbelief at how things could actually get this bad. The loo roll martyr
The worse of it came, however, when somebody would go to buy some more. Unpacking their shopping, they would place a pack of toilet roll on the kitchen table with a pronounced thud, giving everybody else the "I don't know why I should have bought it, I barely used any" glance. Gone are the days of toilet roll excess. From now on, I will treat this most valuable of products with the economical attitude it deserves. Sam Fugill Could you be a student diarist?
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