Trip to the Loo

The Loo as rendered in art

I well remember the outside toilet at the far end of our backyard.  Our paper of choice was the Daily Herald, stuffed between the pipe between the cistern and the toilet.  We were a working class family, and the Daily Herald reflected our status.  I was born in a rural village a million miles from the industrial town where I grew up, but the toilet was still in the garden.  In this case hidden in the copse of Yew trees.  Going to the loo in the dark was not a happy time.  Much singing and whistling!

Robin Rendell
France