I started the day very early and was practically waddling the last few hundred feet to work because I was dying for a shit (even though I had one at home prior to leaving)... then later on, after work, and having had five pints in said pub, I find myself, again, waddling the last few hundred feet towards the train station, dying for a piss!
In both cases I made it, avoid any embarrasing accidents but fuck me! It’s only a matter of time before old age and weaker plumbing is going to catch up on me!
