This evening I had an hour to kill at Liv St whilst waiting for DH to finish work, DD was hungry so we sat in the nice warm cosy and free waiting room and she had some milk. I was feeling very pleased that i'd found a nice warm spot where I didnt need to fork out for a coffee or something when a station offical instructed recomended I omve to the disabled loo - not once but twice saying it was better for DD and i - I said no i was fine where i was each time, but confess after he'd gone i weent to a coffee bar with my tail between my legs.wwyd?