The Horror

* WARNING: MAY CAUSE SEVERE ICKINESS FOR WHICH I APOLOGISE PROFUSELY*

I thought I had grown immune to when people decide to finish off their morning toilette on the train –from those who think nothing of putting their make up on or brushing their hair (and that includes cleaning their hairbrush) or even those who decide to paint their nails in full view of everyone.

I thought I had mastered the art of ignoring my fellow commuters who think nothing of using the train carriage as an extension of their bathroom.

I thought I had mastered the Londoner’s persona of insularity to perfection but what happened yesterday, bloggie friends was even too much for me.

A very normal middle-aged woman – normally dressed – looking normal with one head, hair, limbs…

… took out her nail clippers and begun to clip not only her fingernails – oh no – but… HER TOE NAILS as well.

Clip, clip, clip.

I only managed to keep my revulsion at bay by telling myself to remember this feeling – this moment – as I watched her – if ever I decide to try my hand at horror story writing.

Charlie says: I may take my baths whenever and wherever but at least I’m cute with it.



Have a pristine Monday everyone!

Phone etiquette

There I was at work having a toilet break, sat on the loo in the little cubicle.

When the phone rings.

And it's coming from next door's cubicle.

I'm sitting there thinking, "No Way is that lady going to answer. Not while she's indisposed. No way."

And what does she do?

But that's not the end of it.

Being ever so mindful of my p's and q's, what do I do?

I WAIT for the woman on the phone in the next cubicle to finish her conversation before I flush the loo.

Oh yes. I was brought up proper, I was. :-)

And the conversation?

It was all about where to meet up and how to get there.

There really is a time and place for everything.

Charlie says: Me? I have no shame!

Have a simply divine Tuesday everyone!