Afternoon gang. As promised I am posting about my adventures in disabled loos whilst on hol.
My sis and hubby took me from our campsite in Delamere forest to Chester. by train. Luckily there is a sweet little station just next to the campsite we were on. The railway staff were so good at helping, by placing ramps for me to wheel up and down on and off trains.
So there we are, having a good mooch round the shops.fab place…some wobbly footpaths, but my kerb climber (commonly known by us as Kathy Kerby) kept me safe. After a spot of lunch in BHS we set off to explore the indoor market. Then, I needed a wee. Why didn`t I go in BHS?..dunno!
We spotted the loo sign and follwed it…then it disappeared…we saw a free standing building and headed towards it. Sis got there before me to find the
OUT OF USE sign. Bummer! Back to the market. Someone said the loo was underground…ooeeerr! So we went down a ramp, round a corner and into a very dimly lit, unsociable looking place and then,…the smell…no signs needed to direct us further…I mounted a narrow raised area, crashed into a wall, turned the corner and poooooooooo what a stink.
Sis went in first…she looked at me with foreboding (that
s a posh word for a Monday afternoon)........I went a few inches further and exclaimed NO!`. Now in publc loos, sis has to scramble on the floor to unhitch Kathy (remember her from earlier on?)…There was no way, I was letting her crawl on that disgusting, stinking floor!
What next…back up the ramp…out of the market…and we found McD
s. In we went.so clean..shining stainless steel...........a sweet perfume.............Kathy came off, I did the necessary.. time to get off.............1,2,3 up............down again.............1,2,3 up.........I tried a few more times to no avail.........reinforcements were sent for in the shape of my bro-in-law. Now picture the scene..theres me with leggings and pants round me knees…sis on the floor, grappling with Kathy…the plan was to put an arm (mine) around my saviour`s necks. She is 4ft 11in…he is 6ft 1in…there was a huge in take of breath all round and then…uuuuuuuuuuuuuupppppppppppp! Twist me round in a muddle of feet, legs and shoes coming off…then plonk…back into the safety of my wheelie! Phew!
Guess what?, this happened a second time in the railway station. We deduced that the grab rails were at the wrong angle, too far from the loo, plus each loo was positioned next to a wall. So helpers couldn`t get at each side of me.
There have been many occassions when disabled loos aren`t really right for me…am I awkward or do others have trouble in these loos? The wash basins are too close to the loo and the handryer/loopaper thingies keep getting in the way or set off by themselves.
I wonder if we should complie a list of good and not so good disabled loos for when we travel around the place?
Halifax and Huddersfield have their share of good and bad and some really whiffey no go loos.