I receive a report that the upstairs toilet seat is loose. Now the reportee is a type A girl, who, as such, believes it's the role of type A boys to fix things. However, she's married a type B boy who can only fix things with glue and prayers.
But yes, even this Type B boy has a spanner (somewhere) and I can tighten a bolt, surely.
Except, standing there, fully armed for maintenance he notices there is no bolt, for the designers of said piece of bathroom porcelain have cunningly hidden it inside to the bog structure itself. Which I assume means removing the entire toilet.
Fucking design genius. I'll add it to the list of things for a grown-up to do.