I used my lovely bathroom for the first time on Sunday and, strange as it may seem, I like it better than any other place.
The plumber was at work downstairs on Wednesday, moving the water pipes and drains from the office bathroom to the hallway
so the pipes won't freeze during a cold winter. The plumber's visit was far from pleasant.
Not only were we not allowed to run water during the day, but the bathroom was also off-limits.
I'll tell you how we handled this problem; you may find it unseemly of me to bring it up, but I'm not so prudish about matters of this kind.
On the day of our arrival, Father and I improvised a chamber pot, sacrificing a canning jar for this purpose.
For the duration of the plumber's visit, canning jars were put into service during the daytime to hold our calls of nature.
As far as I was concerned, this wasn't half as difficult as having to sit still all day and not say a word.
You can imagine how hard that was for Miss Quack, Quack, Quack.
On ordinary days we have to speak in a whisper; not being able to talk or move at all is ten times worse.
After three days of constant sitting, my backside was stiff and sore. Nightly calisthenics helped. Yours, Anne
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 1, 1942
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