The Letter ‘T’ is inextricably connected in my mind to Time Lords and time travel, but this would usually be in connection with a Tardis and not with a toilet.
However, in Cardiff last week, outside Waterstones near the St David’s Centre, I stepped back more than 100 years in less than 100 seconds.
Admittedly it wasn’t completely plain sailing, if that’s the right word to use of time travelling. A notice at the top of the steps warned me that I wouldn’t get in without a code from the coffee stall nearby.
Rehearsing my three digit code I descended the steps totally unprepared for what I would discover. You don’t expect a key pad to whisk you back to Victorian times after all, do you? That the place was deserted helped the illusion. Any occupant in modern dress, apart from me of course, would have destroyed it.
Nor do you expect a free etymology lesson, showing you exactly where the word ‘crap’ comes from in no uncertain terms. For obvious reasons, I am not sure whether the Ladies’ Toilet in Cardiff offers these same opportunities.
I wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or insulted by the toilet bowl itself. I had to adjust my mind as well as my dress before I returned up the steps to the modern world.