“That dreaded moment has come Bron, I need a wee wee, we’ll have to stop somewhere soon. Not desperado, but soonish OK?” queried Tina, gazing at the heavily wooded landscape either side of the E80 not long after the Gradina border crossing. “It’ll be the first tree we’ve…you’ve – had since we started Teen. Good going old gal OK we’ll stop as soon as we find a suitable spot.” “Looks like there’s a lay-by up ahead,” replied Christina Kerridge-Reynolds, still, as always, pissed off by her buddies misuse of her name, but knowing there was nothing she could do to get Bron to change her ways. “There was a sign…