Due to the large deterioration on my mother in law’s health and rules pertaining to my long term medical leave, Himself and I managed one weekend away together as the sum total of our “holidays” in 2016.
There was however one other weekend when Himself and I made a lightning trip to the United Kingdom, sadly the occasion to attend the funeral of a long time friend.
With Kiwi Daughter and Little Mr were quickly farmed out to wonderful friends and family, Himself and I packed our bags into the car and headed south towards the channel tunnel.
We knew that some of places we had to get to would be difficult for me to manage on crutches, so packed the wheelchair in the car for that eventuality.
I try not to use it wherever possible but attempting to lessen the amount of Oxicodon I take also means tackling any distance on crutches is out of the question, it’s a choice: pain killers or wheels and I dislike both.
The weather was warm and soon the water bottles we had packed were empty, necessitating a stop at a service station so that we could use the convinces. It was there that I found yet another loo with a difference.
This disabled toilet also doubled as the “family / parent” toilet so naturally there was a baby changing table installed, but someone with a sense of humour had also installed a few additional features, all of which made me smile.
First of all, I think that the people behind this have kids of their own, they clearly know about unco-operative babies and toddlers who wiggle and squirm during nappy (diaper) changes, surely it was no co-incidence that the position of a small glitter ball was close to the head end of the changing table.
Even better, the glitter ball revolved and a small lamp directed different coloured lights onto it, making a sort of star pattern on the ceiling.
There is nothing better than an unexpected set of moving coloured lights to keep little eyes transfixed and thoughts away from escaping the nappy change.
Secondly, to keep slightly older kids occupied for a minute or two, there was also a height chart painted on the wall, the “children” represented there were given the thoughtful names: “Loois” and “Looisa“, a touch that hopefully bought a smile to faces of parents jaded by the trauma of travelling on motorways with small children. The biggest smile however was on an adult level only, a large photograph of a Dutch cow covered the back wall, and she was chewing “grass” (of the marijna variety). Something to add to the tourist misconception that Dutch people must surely be smoking weed constantly when reality is that the tourists partake far more than any Dutch people I know. This may have been just a toilet, but it’s a lovely change from the spartan ones usually on offer, and hopefully it made the families who used it smile as much as I did. I am all for adding an individual touch to these kinds of public spaces.
Pink lights on the ceiling and wall …
Then changing to blue lights..