I had to get over the word commode first; then I was free to have a go at it.
In this day and age, when someone is happy to accommodate me, I get suspicious–no, downright hostile to tell the truth. What are they wanting from me?
Nobody’s nice from a pure heart. Let’s face it: pure hearts may have been a delusion of the past. Sure and begorrah they don’t exist now. Do you have one? I don’t.
So, don’t believe anything I say…or write, or try and accommodate.