Wow. This thread has been absolutely eye opening. And entertaining, I've laughed out loud so many times.
I didn't think a thread about a bog could evoke so many thoughts for me but here we go...
Firstly I had NO idea what a macerator toilet was, and I wish I didn't. I also wish I hadn't googled it. I am actually disturbed and will probably have nightmares tonight. I used to live in a flat with a pump on the kitchen sink as it was below ground and even the sound of that was a little disconcerting. I did use to worry if that went wrong, but thankfully it never did. Have used a compost toilet while camping (and at a festival). Found the camping one quite freeing actually, helped by the fact it was for sole use. The festival one, awful.
I found it interesting that multiple people have said that they have been the only toilet in a house, as this isn't allowed? Maybe it used to be or there are a lot of dodgy house owners around!
I personally quite enjoy the word poop, although don't think I would use it when talking to other adults. It sounds like plop, which is appropriate. I also think downstairs cloakroom is okay, where people are getting literal, if you just say downstairs loo/toilet... is it clear that there is also a sink in there?
I have a downstairs loo/cloakroom and if I am downstairs and need a poo, I do head upstairs. Haven't really thought about why I do this before, but on reflection I do like having more space, plus downstairs can be a little cold in the winter and has no window. So it does make sense I guess. Saying that, if I intend to only wee but then realise I need a poo, I stay seated for the entire performance and do not shuffle upstairs.
On a final note, the absolute worst toilet experience I have ever had was at a house with a single bathroom in the property. The bathroom was in the middle of the house, no external walls. This didn't stop there being a window in the bathroom, high up enough not to see through, I guess it was there for natural light, only though having to switch on the light would be preferable, surely. The window was in the wall between the bathroom and the living room. The only reception room in the house. So everyone was in the living room. And the window was open. Permanently. I have no idea why. I don't know how they lived like this. It was in another country but I don't think that explains the OPEN WINDOW. Even doing a wee was awful and anxiety inducing and I think I would have dropped down dead if the need to shit had taken over me.