I want to talk about something utterly silly. My work toilet.
We moved factory in January. Went from a fairly new and modern factory with all the modcons and into an older, if bigger factory that we had to refurbish in the office area. We love being here because the area is great, lots of trees around and just generally a nicer aura around the place. Perhaps because the office area is so much smaller and we are all near to each other.
But the gal's toilet. Oh deary meary.
The toilet area has been retiled and a new toilet installed so it is cleaner than when we first saw it. It was then painted with a matt cream paint that must have been designed to attract every hand and finger print that ever comes in contact with the surface. Even the door handles and light switches were painted over.
I thought I may take a photo of the dingy little window which is above the toilet itself. It has louvres that are always open and some old, tatty flywire. You get a gloomy sort of light filtering through even on the sunniest day.
It is freezing in this toilet. Brick walls keep the place as cool as a fridge. When you sit on the toilet you can hear the wind in the trees (no jokes thanks) and the chatter of parrots in the trees.
The breeze blows into to the window and is sometimes so strong that it ruffles my hair (again, not joke thanks). It is very uncomfortable.
But, as some sort of funny compensation for freezing my butt of when seated, I can look at the calendar in front of me an imagine that I am in warm Italy admiring the beautiful architecture whilst eating a lovely pasta dish.
However, sitting on the can with my knickers down around my knees kind of takes away from that train of thought pretty quickly. I am dreading the winter chills.
So, there is my work toilet.
Thought you might find it, um, er, fascinating?