This morning, I told my wife I was going to make my toilet.
Sometimes, I make my beautiful wife gape, and today was one such time. “What?” she asked.
She’d never heard the expression before, but that’s because she doesn’t read early 20th century detective novels. Did I get that expression from Agatha Christie or Ellery Queen? I forget.
But make one’s toilet does not refer to building a commode nor even to installing a commode and tank. Instead, it refers to shaving, washing up, and brushing one’s teeth in the morning.
Even my own generation doesn’t understand me. Truly, I am a man out of time.