“T’urrah, off to the gym!”
Bev knew she was being a little too disruptive, but she wanted to let as many people know about this plan as possible.
Right, she had about 45 mins to sit in the disabled toilet: an enjoyable respite and an opportunity to eat chocolate and read gossip magazines, guilt free.
* * *
Splashing some water on her face, Bev emerged from the toilet and staggered back into the office.
“Gosh, you’re good doing that during the day, Bev,” commented a colleague.
But the small slip of torn toilet paper, stuck to the heel of Bev’s shoe, was a dead give-away.
