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We had got her a tiny porcelain chamber *** in the throes of her early toilet training and she was always very proud of her motions. She once proudly marched in on Mum's ladies who were lunching and displayed her most recent efforts in her hand as if they were art. The ladies were suitably horrified.

Uncle Arnold always wore a bowler even when indoors! It only left his head in a state of great inebriation and rolled away from his horizontal head. During one of his bouts with the demon drink Tilly discovered it and turned it into...half a football....its regular use of a hat and....well....when a Tilly's got to go....a Tilly's got to go.

In her eyes it had now become a ***** and so...was treated as such. Oh how we laughed! All except Uncle Arnold who never wore it or any other hat again except for a knotted handkerchief  on the beach as he used to get bad sunburn on his bald spot.

Tilly loved her little Victorian chamber *** and when not using it for the purposes intended would make it into a jacuzzi for her dollies.

Her phrase for going to the loo was the title of the poem... TILLY GOING A LITTLE *****!

We all had to echo her toodeloo as she toddled off  and skipped to the loo where with great gusto she performed  her basic functions like a great performance artist creating a masterpiece.