What are things coming to? When did it become acceptable for a man to just stop and take a leak in a public place? Twice this week I have been on a footpath and, on coming around a corner, encountered a man urinating at the side of the path, but whilst there have been just these two close encounters there are a number of places along my regular walks where there is a distinct aroma suggesting that certain places have become well used as toilets.
There was a time when, if nature called and one was too far from proper facilities, one would disappear behind a bush and deal with matters in private, but sadly such times seem to have vanished.
Modern times are a sad disappointment in many ways.
Disgusted of Dorcan