Toilet teabags
(Sign on a toilet cubicle door: Cumbria, England)
This one I like. As a female, I am parley to an astounding array of advertisements in lavatory cubicles for anything from insurance to puzzlingly ‘eco friendly’ feminine hygiene products. These one usually finds in service stations for some reason. Anyway, this sign was in a convenience within a gallery. I see no reason why teabags might be on my person in the lavatory, used or otherwise. This is especially pertinent since it is also a café and as such, I would never be throwing a teabag away. The other sentences are fine and quite usual, but this teabag related instruction seems completely redundant. Perhaps they had a spate of incidents involving teabags and they were causing vast blockages and the artwork was being washed away. Probably not.
I didn’t think I could be stiffer than after my first fitness class, but I was very wrong. I’ve taken advantage of a special offer situation to try it for a month on the cheap. So far I have noticed myself being very sore, stiff and physically impaired! Stairs are my new nemesis. I now how have some sense of how older people must feel with stiff joints – I jest not. It took me almost a minute to ease myself down onto a toilet seat earlier as all my thigh muscles burn at the slightest use. Apparently after three days it will begin to ease. Here’s hoping…
– Today Rosie is working, pumping it up and going to the cinema in Glasgow, Scotland –
