Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Anorak

When I was a kid I had an anorak. I never did train spotting, and my collection of license plates was short lived. I love computers and I have worked in technical support, but I am far from you usuall impression of a computer nerd. I could never stay with something long enough to be called an anorak. I am more of a butterfly.

Before we went on holiday our neighbours where looking at building a low wall around their front garden, but as they are both perfectionists in each their way, they where struggling getting the right type of brick to match the house. That was until they found their way to the brick anoraks. I can't remember the name of the company, or I would have had to advertise it, but they send out a guy who took one look at the house and announced the name of the correct brick.

Now they are just waiting for the bricklayer.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Public toilets

When I was a child my mother would always insist I went to the toilet before we went anywhere, to avoid having to head straight for the nearest public toilet. It never worked. No matter where we went I was always desperate for the toilet by the time we got their, so needless to say, my mom got quite good at finding nice public toilets.

When I was about 14 we went to Lake Garda, Italy on holiday. While there we took a daytrip to Venice. My Dad found a multistorey where a little cash bought us a space in an otherwise full car park, and as per usual I was desperate for the toilet, even though I had been 1hour(?) earlier when we left the hotel.
My Mom found a local bar where we could have coffee and I could borrow the toilet. However, I opened the door to the cubicle, took one look at a hole in the ground and turned on my heals. I would rather burst than go to use the whole in the ground as a toilet.

Years later, and having spend many holidays etc finding publicly availably toilets in the most interesting places, and of different and mysterious kinds, I have almost overcome my oversion to weird toilets. But the hole in the ground... tsk.

We have just come back from a all over wonderfull holiday in France with friends. We had a long drive, but motorway stops usually have toilets, and only once did we come across these being holes in the ground. Luckily the handicap toilet had a normal toilet.