Just now

I went outside for a fag via the loo. On the way down it was engaged as usual, but was unoccupied on the way back.
While I was outside I started thinking about my friend Nina. Loos used to play a big part in our shared life, and she and I would often laugh about it. Because she was in a wheelchair, we had to make sure that whenever we went out on one of our trips, we knew where any loos were beforehand. Trips to the loo were always a lengthy affair. We had to leave in plenty of time because it took her ages to get on and off her chair. Once I had to pull her drawers up where she couldn't reach them. That was something we often laughed about afterwards. She was usually unable to lock the door, so I would stand guard outside to prevent anybody else from going in. There was one occasion we often used to remember and laugh about, when we went to the National Maritime Museum, and she pulled the alarm instead of the chain. There were suddenly about half a dozen guards rushing towards the said lavatory, but they too saw the funny side when they found out what had happened. I still miss our little day trips. They were always such fun.