Sudden mental image of a cat and a litter tray, followed by an image of a cat and a flower-bed or similar, followed by an image of a squaddie between bushes in a training area. All on a spectrum.
Confession time - when I have doom-and-gloom moments about war, crisis, homelessness or whatever, one of the things that worries me most is the thought of no toilet access. I see columns of desperate refugees and think "What do they wipe their bums with?" but then lots of people in the world use leaves, and besides, if you've little access to food, you've little undigested food to get rid of anyway.
Further thought (mind going off on different tangent) - where I live, over the years we've had cuts to public facilities. The old Victorian loos, often underground, were gradually closed, leaving the option of either using loos in places like shopping centres etc. or using what round here we call tardis loos.
But the tardis loos are typically wet underfoot, messy and all too often littered with used drug injection paraphenalia, so they've been mostly closed now.
Maybe time for us locals to say to the council "Never mind those silly planters you use to block off roads to create Low Traffic Neighbourhoods, why not install bush thunderboxes?"
