iv just got home from a nice walk with my mum to the local pub where we had a gorgous meal and a few too many pimms.
on getting home i straight away took off my jeans and knickers and threw them in the washing machine then hobbled upstairs at full hobbling speed, and stuck my butt into bath and dowsed it in high power shower spray.

why?

not becuase id had an unfortunate accident nor becuase i tripped over my cane and went butt over boob into a puddle but because of a very annoying but frequent disabled loo incident.

now i know i talk about disabled loos alot, im not obsessed (well maybe a little) but because these accessible independance driven designed peeing stations often cause me more distress than luxary.

today was no different.

at the pub theres a beautiful fully equiped disabled loo that even has the alarm chord stretching all the way to the floor!

i wandered over to the loo with samson my trusted white cane when an old lady beat me too it hobbling in with her zimmer frame. so i sat back down and waited her to finish.

when she came out her daughter/friend/carer straightened her skirt that was tucked up into her stockkings and they went and sat down so i hurried to the loo before someone else jumped in.

i propped samson up in the corner and sat on the loo...woah!!!!!!

i jumped back up nearly dislocating my hypermobile hip in the process. the loverly old dear had managed to pee over the entire seat.

how she managed this i dont know. i would suggest she was practicing for the olympic hula hoop finals mid flow or had some 360degrees spraying incident.

the entire seat was soaked and now so was my bum. i grabbed aload of tissue and manically dried my butt and the seat but the damage was done.

i quickly peed and pulled my pants and jeans back up but my butt was stil damp so now had slightly damp skinny fit jeans reminding me of the grossness of bathing in someone elses urinary flow.

i washed my hands a billions times and headed back to my mum where i had a seriously loud moan in the hope that the woman and her daughter/friend/carer could hear.

anyway i feel slightly more comfortable with my washed backside but still have visions of the old womans pee molecules seeping through my layers of flesh.

from now on il be carrying a bundle of tenna pads around with me to stick all round the loo seat. its either that or ask the nearest poor normie to come in and see if theres any mess on the loo.

moral of the story...

blind people use disabled loos for hygiene reasons amongst other things. we cant see if youve peed or worse on the seat so be curteous and clean up your mess.