The joys of caravan living/work widow.

Being a work widow and living in a caravan means I get to do all the fun jobs.We got a new van last year that has a shower/toilet in it. For convenience reason we upgrade to this “flash” model of van and it has a hot water service in it. I love not having to go to the toilet block in the middle of the night. Convenience of the boys having a shower while I cook tea (instead of taking them across to the showers). 

The thing that I don’t like about this convenience of our “flash” van is the emptying of the toilet. That’s right for you non caravanning readers. The toilet has to be emptied every 5-7 days depending on how many times we use it, how much toilet paper is needed to wipe away all the poo (or played with while sitting there). So you pull out a “cassette” (plastic tub), wheel it to the dump point, empty it, hoping like hell there is no splashes especially to the face, rinse and take it back and put it back in.

I’ve had a couple of learning curves with this job since being a work widow. 

1. Always make sure last person who used it actually “flushed” it, opened trap door to let fluid into cassette. If they haven’t, fluid goes everywhere in holding cupboard, splashes over your hand (and maybe face) and goes all over ground in annexe. 

2. Make sure cassette has been put back in properly before using it, especially for number 2’s. Or else number 2’s end up in holding cupboard and trying to pull cassette out without it falling on the floor takes real skill. 

It really is a shit job but someone has to do it. All the male grey nomads keep telling me it’s a blue job not a pink job. But I guess our caravan only has purple jobs, so I have to do it til I can the colour scheme.😜
Til next time

Take care 

Xo