Tom turned to me and asked if it was true that the other bathroom on the second floor was out of order.
"No," I said, "I think that it's just the bathtub in that room, but maybe that bathroom's toilet also has problems. So I said Silvie could use ours this morning until we get it fixed. Is that OK with you?"
Tom said that he wished I had told him about the problem, as he could have gotten a plumber. But now he needed to pee desperately, so he eventually did what Silvie was saying was okay, and went back into our bathroom where Silvie was waiting for him...