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Beth frowned with disappointment as Jess quickly disappeared from the room. Her response was hardly what she'd been hoping for, and frankly rather underwhelming. She'd been expecting wowed awe, and what she'd got seemed more like unhappy shock. But who wouldn't want a high-tech bathroom like this? It wasn't like Jess was paying for it!
While her friend retreated abruptly to her room, Beth took the opportunity to go to her own and collect the lidded sawdust bucket from the corner. She'd assembled it on the advice of the internet, adding a little more sawdust from a petshop-pack to cover the results each time she used it, which was supposed to cover any smell. But after three days, it was definitely ready to be dealt with; hardly a task she was relishing. Like cleaning out a foul pet-cage, only the pet responsible was her.
She hurried outside, removing socks rather than putting on shoes, and made her way to the bottom of the large garden, where she upended the bucket into the compost bin. Predictably, the bottom half of the sawdust was sodden and solid, and she had to bang to get it out, but thankfully there was no uncovered sign of the 'other' kinds of deposit she'd been forced to make. It smelt, though, and she was glad to stumble away, knowing there was going to be no more of anything like that after this. Rinsing the bucket out under the tap, she brought it back inside with her to sterilise, carefully washing her feet too under the freezing water, to avoid trekking any dirt inside.
Once she'd set the bucket in the kitchen sink with a couple of sterilising tablets, Beth decided it was probably time to go and talk to Jess again. Now she'd had time to settle in and get over her surprise, maybe she'd be ready to show a little more enthusiasm, and talk about Beth's brilliance a little more. Padding her way up the stairs, Beth knocked perfunctorily on Jess's door, then pushed her way carelessly inside.
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