Anti vomit drawers.

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The taxi ride from the airport to our apartment on Monday was a bit of a palaver. I’m rarely given to the extravagance of taking a taxi, but in this case it cost no more than the three of us taking the bus, and it’s a lot more convenient. Furthermore, our daughter wasn’t feeling well, so a quick taxi was to be preferred over a slow, crowded bus ride followed by a 15 minute walk with luggage. But once the taxi got going, zipping along a bumpy road as fast as the airplane we’d been hurtling about in, the sickness increased. Even worse, our daughter doesn’t manage these things well and was likely to indulge in projectile vomiting, hitting the driver on the back of his neck - something that once happened to me, but that’s a whole other story. I was sitting up front with the driver and my wife surreptitiously whispered in my ear asking for a cloth or something. I rummaged in my bag but all I could find was my spare unmentionables. Gentlefolk ought always to carry such items in hand luggage in case of the loss of a suitcase while travelling. Buying new drawers in a foreign country under pressure is fraught with difficulty. I tossed my spare drawers into the back of the taxi and could sense a strong wave of disapproval coming from my wife, and my daughter completed the journey with my underlinen spread over her knees. There’s always something, isn’t there? At least there was no projectile vomiting and my precautionary under things remained fit for the use for which they are rightly intended. The picture is of our apartment’s bathroom window which I think looks good.