About 8pm Saturday night I decided to see if I could replace the toilet seat on the commode in the teeny little bathroom in my bedroom. It's just big enough for a sink and a toilet.
The regular bathroom is down the hall. But at my age, when nature calls, it's good to have a toilet five steps away. Know what I mean?

So it seemed simple. Just unscrew the bolts on the old lid and throw the lid and seat away, and screw on the new seat. Wellsir! Nothing is simple for me. I got the old fixtures off and managed to drop the screwdriver into the toilet doing that. After washing my hands and the screwdriver, I put the old top across the chasm so there'd be no more drop ins. I had pulled a chair up with my knees touching the commode so I'd be close enough to work on it, but it was claustrophobic in that space.

So the bolts of the new unit went through the holes and the flanges were to be screwed on. Simple. No.
I could not get the bolts to tighten up. There was some un-ladylike cussin and frustration going on and I felt like crying which is how I handle frustration.
I thought about calling somebody to come put it on for me, but by now it was 9pm and I was determined to do it or else.

I took the whole thing apart, and discovered that you have to start screwing the flanges on counter-clockwise, but you have to use a screwdriver to screw the bolts on CLOCKWISE!
I finished after 1 1/2 hours, then scrubbed the toilet, sink , floor and everything. By then it was 10p, but I was immensely satisfied I did it myself. Yea for me.

susil