More Monday Blues

Coming to a place near you - not.

To save money very many councils are closing down public toilets to the detriment of the bladder needy. The latter are, in the main men, since women have been trained from nappy days to go without, probably because there are less toilets available to them in the big outside world.

This is especially true in countries where women are not expected to venture far from the cooker. Ladies' toilets in these countries are non existent and life for women tourists is a nightmare of wondering where the nearest hotel or cafe is, if they should be unlucky enough to be caught short.

In the UK there are apparently talks taking place between the councils, who are closing public toilets, and restaurants and hotels whereby the needy blight- bladdered can use their facilities without having to buy a coffee or a drink which of course is apt to set the whole process off again.

Perhaps what we need are the street urinals much favoured in France and Belgium which give relief to the bowler hatted and others of that ilk and which hardly interrupt their progress along the street. Perhaps with a little more privacy it could be a possibility for ladies too.
Personally I would hold in and out for something with a little more comfort.

It would be sad to have the amazing public toilets in East Lothian closed.
They are cleaner and fresher than many a restaurant one, with toilet paper on a roll on the wall and not trampled wetly on the floor and fresh flowers beside the hand basins.
I particularly mention the ones at Port Seton, Prestonpans, North Berwick and Haddington, all of which I have graced at one time or another whilst cycling there.
I can vouch for them being immaculate.

Should they close the public toilets at the top of Middle Meadow Walk in Edinburgh, it would be an inconvenience, but it might discourage the band of alchies with their bottles and attendant dogs who gather on the walkway outside for ease of usage.
Their absence would be worth the inconvenience of a man having to wait until he reached the foot of the Mound for relief. I've never seen a woman using the ladies' one.

As to men who use the wall or the trees in the meadows for relief, do they not think of looking up at all the flats over the wall and wonder what we're looking at? Apparently not.
Public toilets don't even figure in their minds.