The dodgy stomach and the Channel Tunnel
This does not involve a toilet, although if it did it would have been alot less traumatic.

My Dad and I have decided that for my Gran's birthday we would take her over to Paris for the day, using the Channel Tunnel as our route of choice. Now, we all know that it is lacking a suitable ventilation system (being a tunnel and all).

To cut a long story short, my Gran had a developed a SEVERE case of the shits just as we enter the tunnel and being in a car in the tunnel means that you do not have access to a toilet. Brilliant.

So, my Dad and I are stuck, heaving, while trying not to draw attention to the fact that I want to be violently sick (this is because my Dad thinks that she would be offended if we let on that we knew she had just completely soiled herself all over his brand new BMW 3 series).

Needless to say upon arriving in France, after going straight to Boots, buying all the necessary medical supplies (and what did I buy? Air freshner. Not for the car, for my pillow, so I could stick my nose in it all the way home.) we turn the car around and went straight back home.

Best day out EVER.

I can't believe I just told you all that.
( Argh. There be scallys in the ranks., Wed 7 Sep 2005, 10:54, Reply)