Myrtle was feeling lonely. Why was no one here to visit her? "Oh THAT'S RIGHT!!!! I forgot no one likes to talk to mopey, sad Myrtle.'' A LOUD wail escaped her. The ghost wailed and wailed which eventually led to her diving into her usual toilet. Water splashed all around.

She realised lurking in the U Bend was something she didn't want to be doing right there and then. Myrtle soared upwards. Seconds later water was sploshing again. "I HATE BEING LONELY!!!!!"

Anyone who happened to be on that floor at present could hear her miserable tantrum.