Having taken too long over the big Sainsbury's shop this morning, I found myself in urgent need of a wee. But alack the loos there were out of order. No matter, I re-assured myself, you can make it to Waitrose. (Does one need inverted commas when one talks to oneself?) I hot- footed it to Waitrose, pushing my trolley before me, only to find that their loos were not functioning either and my only remaining option, short of disaster, was to get to the toilet block on the 2nd floor of the shopping centre. But the lift was out of order too! Stoically and at risk to life and limb I went up on the escalator. I rushed into the first loo, where the lock didn't work but by then I didn't care. You know how desire becomes even more excruciatingly urgent the nearer one gets to having it gratified? And I reflected that once the need had been gratified the want was completely gone. I remember C.S Lewis talking about this in his book The Four Loves. TMI probably and just one of my idle reflections but food for thought perhaps.