Toilet Doll Saga

...as told by Uncle Tony..

Tony is one of five children and his parents have sadly passed now. Apparently one of the family treasures( quite tongue -in -cheek) that the siblings decided to keep after their Mum died was Mum's toilet doll ( you know the crotcheted thing sitting atop many 70's toilets which hid the spare toilet roll).


Now this toilet doll has developed a tradition of visiting each of the siblings as they visit each other. Apparently the current "keeper of the doll" takes the doll when they visit one of the others and on leaving, hides the doll somewhere in the house. When that sibling stumbles upon it, they let the bringer of the doll know ( but not the rest of the family), and then in turn, they will take it next time they visit any one of the family. In this way, the toilet doll has been lugged in suitcases to Hong Kong, New Zealand, Sydney, Brisbane and Noosa. Tony recently took it to his brother's in NZ and a few days after returning home, received the following text " I found the Bitch" ...hehehe :)

Megan has decided my Christmas rooster ( which no-one except me understands) should get the "toilet doll" treatment once I have gone!