Three fucking toilets in this house and I still cannot get a bit if peace.
For whatever reason DH suddenly remembers important stuff to do outside the door of any toilet I am using. I asked him seriousky if he has a fetish 
No matter where I go he will be lurking about outside.
So tonight he's in the bath so I thought I'd use the downstairs loo, I have horrendous belly ache so was a bit -ahem- farty, low and behold dd decides she must sit at the kitchen table in silence drinking tea commenting "ugh, mum, gross"
I'm bloody fed up with it.
AIBU to want a peaceful crap?