Minnie’s Musings

That is the question.

The corridor outside the loo is jam packed with people and their suitcases. Getting to the loo will be an exercise in tripping over other people’s stuff and apologizing profusely to all and sundry.

I hate train loos with almost as much passion as I hate loos on planes. Why does anyone want to become a member of the Mile High Club?? It’s cramped, unhygienic and you will do yourself an injury.

Yesterday evening I was loathe to use the loo on the train as the heating wasn’t on and I feared getting stuck to the seat. Today I fear getting dysentery.

The problem being that this speeding train is swaying around and jolting gently with just enough force to remind me that I have had three natural births with one head off the centile scale. My need may overcome my reluctance.

Perhaps I should hum to myself. Dum de dum de dum de dum….