This week
The plumber came to fix our heating. Being the only one in the house i had to deal with it. My sister made a pretty dodgy chilli the night before, but i thought it would be ok. I woke up with a pain in my gut and tried (and failed) for an hour to poo. Of course the second the plumber turned up and turned the water off, i felt the rumble of inevitability. There was no way i could last for more than 2 hours. I had little choice to make up a toilet out of a bin and some black bin bags and shit in my room, then sheepishly dispose of the bags whilst trying to waft the smell of shit out of my bedroom. The rest of the day was spent hanging my head in shame and getting ripped off by the plumber. Not a good day
(jlkgjsfhoj, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 1:22, Reply)