´Let´s talk about...loo paper rolls?

Changing loo paper rolls is an essential contribution to keep your household up and running, but it needs comrades-in-arms to help with the task- and those I haven´t. Apparently I have been appointed as a loo paper roll-replacer by birth, though my family says I´m exaggerating. But I vividly remember the dark brown plastic toilet paper holder alpine style in the apartment I grew up, one of those where you might wonder what would show up when you opened the lid: either a cuckoo as with cuckoo clocks or a yodelling dairymaid seen in weather houses (those kitschy houses which are supposed to be weather indicators, very helpful in regions where you might bask in the sun while the next thunderstorm is only minutes away, though you won´t see it until it´s too late because of the vast number of mountains blocking your view). Back to the loo paper: my original family (father, mother, sister) tended to use it up up to the last two sheets, those poodling around beneath the dark brown lid, waiting to meet their successors before setting forth on their journey down the gully to finally meet some gulls at the sea. Now two sheets of paper usually won´t quite cut it, so I stepped in and did the changing. I swear you were able to see it in my sister´s face when loo paper ran low: never ever her smile was that beautific! Then I married (I still wonder who was in charge of the toilet paper now that I had went away), had children, but still was the Lady of the Sheets. It would have been so easy: sit down, relax, open the drawer in case toilet paper is missing, take out a new roll and replace the old one in the holder, but no.... Well, 37 years after my marriage I drafted a manual concerning replacement rules and stuck it to the mirror cabinets of both toilets. Alas, folks here apparently do read books and papers only, because things did not change much. Toilet paper was under the holder, on top of the holder, in the basin, under the loo...Yesterday I made one last try, putting the toilet paper the wrong way round into the holder, so that pulling down and tearing off was rather difficult. I went into the bathroom that evening and immediately admitted defeat: Folks had not turned round the loo paper. They had turned around the holder. All hope is lost in this family!