Yes, I know I’m in a toilet
Last Saturday night, I was, rather predictably in a pub somewhere in the Cotswolds. I remember it being in the middle of nowhere, as it took bloody ages to get there, but even so, there was no excuse for what I found on the wall of the ladies toilet:
FFS! Someone has spent hours of their time, doing a cross-stitch of a toilet, to be put…in a toilet. Who on earth would do something like that?
The mind boggles.
-moosh
