Home Alone

I got home late on Thursday evening, too late for OPP to drop by. When he called I was rushing to the bathroom, I thought I might just relieve myself while we talked (I know 'how rude') but he had other ideas. From the photos below you will get the idea of what he talked me through. Now that is far from my favorite activity, but having him talk me through it and letting him know where the piss was hitting was strangely enjoyable. So when you're alone, there is always one more tap to drain.