Anyway, I went to 'powder my nose' (nb. I'm far too kitschy to be able to say the word 'piss' here. I actually cringed just typing it) and staring me in the face was there words that girls over the years have chosen to leave behind.
Primarily clichéd but nonetheless encouraging tidbits about not giving up, and life getting better but there are a few that actually really touched me.
It's just something to consider on your next visit to the ladies. Or the gents. (I've been known to use either in situations of dire need).
I'm mostly happy, though, for what it's worth. I went out with my church's street team last Tuesday and it was seriously the best thing I've done since being back. In an altruistic and entirely selfish way, because I'd forgotten how much good caring for other people does me. And factoring in slam poetry; open mic nights and coming back from watching a film to find my two amazing flat mates had baked a cake which the three of us consumed frighteningly quickly whilst watching Take Me Out, it seems life here is turning out to be exactly what I'd feared to hope it could be.