Cars, loos and decorating

A couple came to look at the Probe yesterday, with a view, one hoped, to buying it. She was very pleasant and chatty, he neither looked at me not spoke to me until he had inspected the car from end to end and then said, "No, not interested," before turning on his heel and walking back to his car.
"Is your husband rude and abrupt by nature?" I asked his wife, "or did he have to go to charm school to get so good at it?"

OK, no, I didn't say that, but I wanted to. Politeness costs nothing, but I hope he heard me as I took a leaf out of his book and muttered, "Idiot!" to myself as I locked up the car.

We sold it today to a very nice man who thought it was a bargain but it did occur to me that perhaps it would not be advisable for me to consider a career on the garage forecourt.

Meanwhile, I have finished decorating our new lavatory and it looks very smart if I do say so myself. The walls, while painted in a tasteful shade of cream, do look a little bare. I wondered whether some graffiti would jazz it up a bit - you know, the usual sort of lavatorial stuff, well, maybe not absolutely the usual - something innocuous, along the lines of
"Cloth Ears woz 'ere" or "No more cake for Keith!" and "Down with skool!" alongside a few cartoon drawings.
I ran the idea past Keith.
He wasn't keen. No artistic soul, that man!