Lament to the death of Inchcock’s Bathroom

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Soon it’ll be demolished and gone,

Converted to a shower, taking four days long,

No more can I soak, while bursting out a song,

Wallowing in carbolic or an hour long,

I hope when they do it, they don’t get it wrong!

4 thoughts on “Lament to the death of Inchcock’s Bathroom

    • Do they? What Arthur Itis will say when I have to stand to bathe and he misses his good soak I don’t know? Hehe!
      If I get Little Inchy bleeding and a dizzy spell at the same time it could be interesting. Hey-ho. TTFN Mon Ami. X

      • Oh goodness, always painting such a pleasant picture for me, aren’t you? Yes, I didn’t think about old Arthur Itis. I’m sure he will miss his baths.

      • Sorry petal. But having a stand-up wash at the kitchen sink brought back memories of the ankle-snapper days. Hehehe! X

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