Okay, I know it’s too soon to take another break from the story but this is just too important. Today I found a public bathroom with a completely dry toilet seat.
But no paper, right? No joy lasts forever.
Well, this one did.
There was a bountiful supply of paper. (And it wasn’t even Bounty.)
Now, that flight on Kuwaiti Airways — the one my father bought me the ticket on. It wasn’t to Kuwait, it was to New York.
And this was Tuesday night.
(I was still in West Yorkshire on Monday.)