Sunday, 28 September 2008

How tall is yours?

Twenty inches... I can't say I've given much thought to twenty inches before. It's not a measurement that has had much relevance in my life. Recently, however, I've become somewhat obsessed with it; suddenly twenty inches is very important to me.

My wife has found me on several occasions wandering around the house, tape measure in hand,
muttering like a noughties version of Catweazle...

"Tchh! Nothing works... nothings right..."

Do you know how high your toilet seats are? How about the height of your bed? Or the height of your favourite chair in the living room?

Whilst it may appear that I've succumbed to some bizarre form of OCD there is a modicum of sense and reason in my apparent madness.

You see, when I return home after my operation I have to ensure that, for six weeks or so, my knees never get higher than my hips... (I'm not entirely sure that my knees have ever been higher than my hips - I'm just not that kind of bloke!)

Anyway... the point is I have to be careful about how and where I sit. My bed has to be twenty inches high, the chair I sit in has to be twenty inches high and, of course, there will be times, sorry to mention this, when I want to sit on the loo... and guess what? Yep - the toilet has to be twenty inches high. Now that is certainly something I'd never given a moments thought to... ever! Who thinks of this stuff?

Imagine my horror, then, when I discovered that my toilets are painfully short - four inches short of the required standard to be precise! I feel so... so... inadequate! I never realised...

Of course, the NHS being the resourceful organisation that it is has come to my rescue and delivered two of these stylish looking devices to my home along with a seat for me to use whilst washing (the height of luxury I think!)

My nineteen year old daughter and her boyfriend were home from Uni when the delivery arrived.

I wasn't.

By all accounts my daughter was so overwhelmed by the elegance and style of these articles that she wept for quite some time. Her boyfriend seemed to be affected in a similar way!

Strange creatures teenagers!

1 comment:

Chimpy said...

Dear Robin,

The NHS does care about your diginity otherwise they would have given you a bed pan.

Even people with dodgy hips can be forced to use one of those...

The 'Teenagers', they do over react.. sigh...