John was over at your house, for just a visit. You were comrades before he retired, and kept a close connection. However, this is the first time he's come over to your place. you two were just drinking tea, and chatting, when he needed to go washroom.

"wheres your loo?" he asks, as he stands up.

"first door to the left." you murmur, and he moves towards the room. however, he opens the washroom door, and pauses as he eyes the toilet.

"what in the bloody sci fi.." he grumbles, as he spots the toilet, the bidet on it, and the lack of toilet paper.