Caught short

To use a computing metaphor, it's becoming apparent that I only have a limited amount of RAM. Another chunk of that mental space is now tied up with remembering that I am, as of Monday, car-less and therefore all my plans have acquired a new, complex spin.

This might be why I completely forgot about taking a photo, despite several opportunities, right up until the point when I was sat in a restaurant with my parents.

I suppose I could have taken their photo - I'm not sure how they would have felt about that - but instead I took this. Who installs a toilet door with holes in it? Especially the gents! In a restaurant!