My Aunt Brenda has the most impressive wardrobe. It's pretty and stylish, and oh so extensive! The night before, she hangs her next day's outfit from a hook in the bathroom and I remark often how I spend my time in that particular room staring at her clothing.

Well, this week she is on vacation, and has not been hanging her frilly whatnots all over the place. I complained the other day that I am finding it difficult using the bathroom at all as there seems to be little reason to enter now that my eyes' feast has been cleared from the table.

This obviously wore on her conscience..."Poor thing can't bear the bathroom without visual distraction!" She sought to rectify the situation immediately...(I guess she was sick of me leaving messes all over the carpet and blaming the cats.)