We recently replaced our toilet seat. There wasn’t much wrong with the old one, to be honest. It was sturdy. It did the job required of it.
Except for one thing: the hinges. Oh dear God, the hinges. There were metal screws holding the hinges together. It got to the point where I didn’t know what was rusty water and what was, well, pee. Or a combination of the two. Being the only woman in the house, I knew the aim problem was not mine. JD still uses a potty shaped like a frog. So somehow, these screws and pieces were getting damp and nasty.
