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This morning I was waiting to catch a bus at a bus station in the North of England. *When my bus arrived a number of incoming passengers alighted and amongst them was an older lady (in her seventies perhaps) wearing light grey trousers. *I did a double take when I saw it but there was a definite wet patch in her crotch area, *Ever the diplomat, I didn't pass comment and neither did anyone else fortunately. *It was pretty clear that she'd had a little accident. *I'm a pretty observant person who doesn't miss and daytime sightings of wet pants or trousers are pretty rare so to say the very least.
Having arrived at my destination, I had a coffee and scone followed by a jumbo hot dog with onions for lunch. As soon as I'd eaten the latter I started to get a strongish urge to poo. It should be borne in mind that I'd had a Wetherspoons 'big breakfast' first thing with a side order of black pudding so it's hardly surprising my system was under strain. I'm not a fan of using public toilets for #2s so I went to the nearby church which I knew had reasonable loos. Unfortunately I discovered that the disabled loo contained no hook on which to hang either my jacket or bag (rather essential) and another gentleman was having a major shit in the one cubicle in the gents. It sounded as though he was in for the long haul too. I therefore decided to just pee, which eased the back end pressure a bit, and hold my poo in. That was around 1.30pm. Luckily I managed the journey back without incident but when I finally got home around 5.15pm I rushed to the bathroom and had a most enormous shit. It consisted mostly of regular light brown turds but there was quite a bit of darker, 'soft scoop' stuff on top of that too. Having adjourned to a local hostelry for supper I then returned home about 8pm. It wasn't long before I had to make another hurried trip to the loo, passing less shit but plenty of wind. What I did pass tended to be on the dark side.
Having arrived at my destination, I had a coffee and scone followed by a jumbo hot dog with onions for lunch. As soon as I'd eaten the latter I started to get a strongish urge to poo. It should be borne in mind that I'd had a Wetherspoons 'big breakfast' first thing with a side order of black pudding so it's hardly surprising my system was under strain. I'm not a fan of using public toilets for #2s so I went to the nearby church which I knew had reasonable loos. Unfortunately I discovered that the disabled loo contained no hook on which to hang either my jacket or bag (rather essential) and another gentleman was having a major shit in the one cubicle in the gents. It sounded as though he was in for the long haul too. I therefore decided to just pee, which eased the back end pressure a bit, and hold my poo in. That was around 1.30pm. Luckily I managed the journey back without incident but when I finally got home around 5.15pm I rushed to the bathroom and had a most enormous shit. It consisted mostly of regular light brown turds but there was quite a bit of darker, 'soft scoop' stuff on top of that too. Having adjourned to a local hostelry for supper I then returned home about 8pm. It wasn't long before I had to make another hurried trip to the loo, passing less shit but plenty of wind. What I did pass tended to be on the dark side.