No work this week, annual leave.
The studio search has been postponed until next week due to lack of interest from both myself and potential landlords. Hopefully all parties will be more on the ball from Monday.
Having no urgent matters to attend to has left room for long walks, but there are a couple of problems on that front. I like to break a lengthy walk with a sit down and a drink. This would usually be in a cafe, but this isn’t currently an option. I could carry a drink and/or buy take out. I could, and I have. This however compounds the next issue to be considered. Public toilets aren’t open.
A careful calculation involving time, bladder capacity and fluids consumed during the outing, needs to be undertaken before setting off. This calculation may need to be revisited as the outing progresses to prevent avoidable accidents. The conclusion I’ve come to is that walks need to be limited to one and a half to two hours, with one coffee, soft drink or gin in a tin, Pimms or pina colada.
During a chat with Saucy earlier in the week, toilet options I had not previously considered for a walk in the park were put forward.
What about a She Pee? Interesting though these devices are, it would still involve peeing somewhere that isn’t a toilet. Where? Also, I’ve heard that if you don’t get the angle right you can end up saturated in your own urine. It’s not a chance I want to take. After you use it, what do you do with it? Shake it off and pop it in your hand bag?
Tena, incontinence pads? Nothing to discuss, that’s a no, until it’s unavoidable.
I used to buy my ancient mother her Tena pads and Senna laxatives at Boots the chemist. A big branch so I could maintain a degree of anonymity. I was telling Frenchie on one of her visits how mortifying the Boots shopping was. Do they think it’s all for me? She came with me, moral support, when we got to the till she said loudly, it’s a shame you’re so constipated and piss yourself all the time.
Tena, not until it’s necessary. Walks of two hours max only.
Thank you.
I’ve no idea what’s going on here, whatever, just don’t use it as a toilet
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