I’m a busy girl and I’m having to make a journey by train. It’s quite cold, so I’m wearing my thick dark blue leggings, long green parka and my woolly cream coloured hat. Drinking lots of tea that I’ve bought from the man with the trolley has filled my bladder...and the rocking of the train on the tracks has loosened it! I don’t have any choice, I have to visit the train’s toilet. You know how filthy these toilets can be, and the locks on the door are very temperamental, but when I have to go, I have to go!
It’s just as I suspected, it definitely isn’t clean, and the toilet seat looks l...

I’m a busy girl and I’m having to make a journey by train. It’s quite cold, so I’m wearing my thick dark blue leggings, long green parka and my woolly cream coloured hat. Drinking lots of tea that I’ve bought from the man with the trolley has filled my bladder...and the rocking of the train on the tracks has loosened it! I don’t have any choice, I have to visit the train’s toilet. You know how filthy these toilets can be, and the locks on the door are very temperamental, but when I have to go, I have to go!
It’s just as I suspected, it definitely isn’t clean, and the toilet seat looks like it’s already wet from a previous visit, and not a visit from me either, if you know what I mean. Luckily, I’m a very experienced wetter, and am flexible too, so standing over the seat as I squat at the same time shouldn’t be a problem :) The stream I let out is quick and intense, and just goes to prove what a lot of tea I actually drank. I flush the toilet, and watching it vanish, a thought suddenly comes to me...on a train, where does my golden deposit actually go ;)