Unlike last week's Goon, these ones really had been sent by Erskine. They were nice, though: I told them what was happening, and one of them came in and wiped up the excess with a large roll of relatively absorbent paper and did his clumsy best to make amends. However, it turns out that the same scene was being repeated in every house in the street, most of them empty at that time of day, and many with carpeted bathrooms and exquisite fittings. An x-ray video of my street would have looked like the beginning of a Busby Berkeley piece, with toilets gushing skyward in syncopated harmony.
Ah, let us turn from this insalubrious scene to The Simpsons, which I watched with my supper, only to be rewarded by the kind of high-brow reference that you don't expect in Springfield:
Marge: Come on Homer, Japan will be fun! You enjoyed Rashomon.
Homer: That's not how I remember it.*
*Edited to correct my own memory. The irony!