Published on 12, July, 2020
My Artist Friend messaged me today, while I was sleeping, saying that the cyst in his toilet broke. Eventually, I called a plumber who did work for him before. He said that my friend needs a new toilet.
In my local area, there's a Bathroom Store; who sell toilets. I emailed the owner, an old friend of mine, and Ccd it to my friend. I can sort out the toilet, and my friend can pay me back; given time.
Sorted; in the end.
Update on the scenario;
My Artist Friend's Sister thought that a Ninety-Quid toilet was too cheap. However, I raised that with the Man from Ballinderry - who sells the toilets - and he said they're the same quality as the more expensive loos.
My Friend's Sister lives and works in Paris, so I guess she expects Parisian prices for everything.