I was too anxious to leave my house – because Britain’s public toilets have disappeared

My palms were sweaty, my heart was racing, my stomach flipped again and again. I could concentrate on nothing except the number of stops left to go. I counted them for the umpteenth time, willing the train to move faster (even writing this now, 14 months later, I feel that fear so viscerally). At Edgware Road I finally crumbled and got off, not knowing where to go, but praying for a miracle. Read here