Water Torture

After we got back from camping in Africa, one of my travelling companions said she would never again get up to go to the loo in the middle of the night without feeling grateful that there weren't any hyenas between her and the toilet.

And she sort of had a point. However, after four weeks of bathroom renovations, with no end in sight, I've come to the conclusion that I'd rather see hyenas in the hall than builders.

I think I can vaguely remember a time once when I didn't have to drive somewhere before having a shower. Who can say? It was so long ago.