This
love-in with the ice cream was interrupted by the announcement by Amy that she
really needed to make a visit to the loos. This brought things down to earth
somewhat as the nearest ones were between the Other Stage and the Dance area
and were really, really rank. So bad that during the day, every so often the
faintest whiff blew over the four hundred yards, to give an indication of how
grim it was. “Dad?” “Yes?” “Will you come with me?” We were like Frodo and Sam heading towards Mordor-the
closer we got the worse it was. When we finally dragged ourselves to the
periphery, Amy couldn’t face it. “Will you find me one that’s ok?” The things
you have to do as a parent. I tried door after door and in the end I was nearly
kicking them open Jack Bauer-style before having a quick glance and exiting.
They were all worse than could possibly be described. By now Amy was hopping
like a demented polecat. Luckily, an older woman, mid-thirties, had seen Amy’s
plight and waved her over. “This one isn’t too bad,” she gestured, and waved
Amy over to her. Amy thanked her and disappeared for the briefest of times,
before re-emerging, pale and gagging. We laughed as Amy said, “I know I said
thanks but if that one wasn’t too bad…”
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