Pretty normal train journey back after an accident. I’ve always been very lucky with toilet availabi
Pretty normal train journey back after an accident. I’ve always been very lucky with toilet availability. But when it goes wrong it really goes wrong. I usually have something to sit on so the seat doesn’t get damaged but it doesn’t do much to abate the stink. I’m still deciding what on earth to write up next. I’ve had some intense experiences recently but am afraid to make them public here. In the unlikely event people that have tried to help me when I’m a mess found it I’d literally die. It feels like I abuse people’s genuinely lovely intentions although I really don’t have a choice sometimes and just have to go with it. It’s that or run. I’ll aim for something post worthy over the next week x -- source link