This particular bog had me at full stretch when trying to slip my bag on a hook on the back of the door. Although I am a centimetre shorter than my sister (bah!), at a very average height of 1.69m, I fear for the health of the necks around which hand bags will have to be draped instead, by shorter women.
I just wonder what the fuck workmen think when doing something as user-unfriendly as this. Probably, “Where’s my lunch and why do I get paid such a pittance?”
I think there’s a gap in the market for physiotherapists, here. Perhaps I should have written my sister’s number in this loo, though the temptation to say ‘for a good time’ instead of ‘for alleviation of your sore neck’ would just land me in trouble.
Would be damn funny for me, though.