After reading the story of badminton recollections from Margaret Forsyth last issue, it also brought to mind a story,  about the time Bruce and I also played badminton.

Our team was called the Robins, and we were hosting an ‘end of season’ barbeque at our home.

We set up the back yard with tarpaulin windbreaks, seating, trestles, barbeques, eskys, etc., on the day, ready for the night time function, which was for 50 plus players and partners.

A new laundry and toilet in an out-building had been  under construction for the past month, and happened to be finished that day, just in time for the barbeque.

It was a lovely evening and the party went well with lots of lovely food and drinks, continuing into the night with much merriment.

At around 2am I needed to go to the toilet, and once there, realised that there was no toilet paper.

Horror of horrors!! I now knew that I had not placed any in the recently finished building!

How embarrassing! I don’t know why someone didn’t tell me, or more to the point—what did they use?? It must have been drip dry for 50 or more people that night!

I don’t recall what year it was, but it is probably more than 40 years ago and my face has been red ever since!

Have a laugh on me.

Judy Spilsbury.