After a
delightful breakfast out (an omelet and a fabulous scone with a hefty helping
of Devonshire cream!), I visited the WC before leaving.
There, I found a sight that I never,
ever would have seen in those bad old post-2020 times:
A table holding a generous supply of
toilet paper, unguarded and set out for patrons’ convenience. Mid-Covid times,
I’d probably have contemplated this vision and debated whether emptying my
purse of non-essentials like my wallet and car keys would make enough room for me to abscond with a roll.