Few things matter to me more than a clean toilet. It sounds like a bizarre hill to die on, but a spotless bathroom improves my day more often than most people realise. Even when I’m planning a holiday, one of my first thoughts is what the toilet situation will be like. Is the water level too high? Too shallow? After travelling to plenty of countries, I can confidently say Australia has perfected the toilet water level.
I avoid public toilets whenever I can. My home toilet has blue water that foams when I flush, almost like it’s giving the bowl a little bath after every use.
Sometimes I joke that if my husband ever dies, I’m not remarrying. Not because I couldn’t love someone else, but because I don’t know how I’d explain all of this to a new person. Imagine telling someone early in a relationship, “By the way, I have toilet issues, I can’t share a toilet, and I need my own bathroom.” Somehow that feels like a much bigger hurdle than finding love again.
It probably sounds ridiculous to most people, but having someone who understands these oddly specific toilet anxieties makes a bigger difference than you’d think. Especially someone who appreciates that the right toilet water level and a little blue foam aren’t preferences, they’re basic human needs.