In the 10 things B&B owners hate list, macerator toilets have to be near the top. Everyone wants their own bathroom now and sometimes a macerator is the only way…in an insane world it was the sanest choice.
On bank holiday Monday, Paul spent the afternoon literally up to his elbows in s**t when one of ours (known as Macerator 2) malfunctioned…grumpy isn’t the word. Having said that my friend who was staying rather enjoyed all the flushing and pumping and swilling; said it was one of her best ever bank holiday weekends (wonder what she normally does?)
I have signs up in every toilet advising what can and can’t go down the loo because of the delicate eco-balance of the septic tank but something definitely upset the macerator last weekend…makeup wipes…dodgy tummy…cuddly toy…could be any of these things as we didn’t investigate too closely.
Anyway, it’s all sorted now but pleeeeeeease be careful near my macerator or…well…I’ll be back…
