We ran out of loo paper the other morning, not a problem I thought. I stopped at the shop on the way to work and brought it home with me. Noone was at home all day so nobody should have had a problem with this.
My mum just rang up screeching that she was near my house the other day and needed a crap so let herself into my house, had a crap and then had no loo paper. She's proper furious and just gave me a lecture on how I should always have a cupboard full of spare loo rolls and what a slattern I am for running out and I should be more organised. My house, my business. I politely pointed out it wasn't a problem for me and now she's in a right huff.
I can't believe she came round and had a crap in my loo. She's told me off for the bath been mucky as well. (cat was playing in the bath and left muddy paw prints).
At least now I know who left DD's bedroom door open and allowed the dog to get in there and shit on the rug sleep on her bed all day.