No boater, not even me, can do without a bathroom. I had a bathroom, but was so horrified by the pink plastic sink and brown loo that I was unable to use it for anything other than storage, and the hipbath was an ideal place for wood and debris. It took some time for me to give in to external pressures (mainly visitors who increasingly called attention to their internal pressures) but I eventually realised that resistance is futile. As an act of encouragement towards my enterprise my parents bought me a shiny new lavatory, and Tony sold me his sink.
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