Picture the scene- it was a Hot Sunny Saturday afternoon flying about when I showed a young lady an Apartment (at the time I was in my early 20’s and the “lady” was about x 5 years older.

Minutes in to viewing this Apartment the young lady asked if she could use the Bathroom.

Feeling a little uncomfortable at the time with her asking I reluctantly agreed.

X 10 minutes later she had not returned from the Bathroom.

X 15 minutes later it was pretty obvious what she had been doing (ventilation was an issue in this particular flat)

Finally after about 25 minutes the woman came out of the Bathroom at which point the idea of any freshness remaining in the flat had disappeared

The lady who was now beetroot red with embarrassment (in fact my face was also as bright as the pink shirt I was wearing

The lady turned and said:

“I don’t think that there is any flowing water within the flat”