My station is being renovated at the moment and so I’m sharing a portable toilet with workmen. They are pleasant chaps and I was touched to find that they have put a big sign in the toilet saying “There is a lady who shares this toilet so please keep it clean.” Of course I in my innocence thought they were talking about puddles but a cynical male friends suggested they might be referring to porno pin-ups. (Even then I thought they were sweet to consider me.) The renovation is due to the imminent arrival of Protective Services Officers to guard the station at night. PSO’s come in pods like whales and apparently my office was not swish enough to be a pod for them. I was quite keen on the idea at first. I’m getting insulation in my toilets for goodness sake. (such luxury!!) However now they’ve decided to restump the room, rendering me officeless for the next month. Its mid-winter in Melbourne and 10 degrees in the wind. I’m becoming less keen by the icy minute.
