What horrendous wind last night. My bedroom window was rattling all night. The weather outside was pretty awful too.
I am always worried, that if I am at a church and get took short, that I have nowhere to go. I know I am trained in doing a 'shovel recce' in the Army and find a tree. But in a graveyard that is a no no. Of course Army training hardens you to these sort of things and whilst on exercise in Germany in the middle of Winter,I had to make one such trip. Because there were loads of trees, it was simple to place one's back up against one, crouch and do the bizzo. However. also wearing Combat trousers, 2 pairs of Long Johns and Army underpants, made the out splay more prominent,. So imagine my dismay, on looking down at the ground after a rather gratifying compo poo...that I saw nothing???
Seems the overhang of the undergarments was a little to pronounced as in the bottom of all the clothing lay the offending item. Nice to share isn't it?
Anyway, I was caught short but fortunately in a nice Catholic Church with a decent bog. I even think there was Holy Water in there and Nun's singing in the background (I don't think they were too pleased that I joined them in the khazi, but it was a rush) ah luxury.
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