Luke and I took the kids to Southbank for a swim yesterday but because we went to the museum first we had to use the public toilet/shower rooms to get changed… what a mistake!  As soon as the girls and I walked into the change area I must have turned pale and I’m sure I felt my heart skip a beat because smack bang in front of me were a pair of old nanna boobs as white as white can be.  There were women exposing their muffs left right and centre so the girls and I backed out the way we came and headed straight for the privacy of a toilet cubicle.  The three of us crammed in and shut the door only to be greeting by a disgustingly filthy toilet that stunk to high Heaven!  The last occupant must have taken a dump of the century if the skid marks on the toilet bowl were anything to go by.  The floor was covered in liquid and I’m just praying that it was simply water… lots and lots of water.   We got changed and hightailed it out of there to meet up with Luke, who just so happened to look as shocked as I felt.  He then told me of his encounter in the men’s change room which pretty much matched my experience.  Some of his actual words were “I walked in and the first thing I saw was some English bloke flopping it around in front of me… it was like a light house it was so white!”   We then made the sensible decision of driving home in our swimming togs so that we didn’t have to go back into the change rooms.  Next time I’m wearing my togs underneath my clothes!