No, not the closet in my swanky Belgravia apartment. Well, not that kind of closet anyway.
As I walked into the washroom at my office building for the first time, I noticed that it seemed rather... cramped. Narrow, with the wash basins on one side and the other side lined with some kind of floor to ceiling closet space, with nice wooden doors. Turns out, those are the stalls.
Thank god for the British sensibilities. No more trying hard not to look at the shoes and whatever else that you can see in the 2-foot gap at the bottom of each stall, nor being worried someone is going to look in from above.
Right ho, you Brits.
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