Had a beautiful shart on the road today, could have been far, far worse as it goes. Felt a bit bound yesterday and everything I ate didn't go down to the point it was painfull etc. Never been one for constipation and assume this to be side effect to all that's going on the last couple of weeks so came home and thought I'd help things along as they'd given me a bottle of senakot. Took a couple of hearty cap fulls and had tea, which proceded to go ****ing nowhere. Anyway, this all starts to work in the night so I'm up and down like buggery all night running to the bog. Got up feeling un bunged and free of all the rubbish and flushed out once or twice more and had a bit of breakfast and set off. Miles from anywhere on the A465 got the familiar twinge, this is like in American Pie, and there's nowhere to go but for a Waitrose in about five miles. Had visions of me there in a layby squatting in the middle of rush hour traffic for all to see, bunch of leaves forlornly in hand. I made it, but there was a bit of a shart. That senakot stuff is mad, beware if you ever have the pleasure as I was clueless as to how much to have. It lasts for ages obviously. I feel cleansed now though. Think I'll just have fruit for dinner.
Had a jumbo beef, cheese, salad and onion cob with a Steak & Kidney pie as a side. Monsters cookie for pudding!
Not really rotund under standard circumstances. On both of the photos referred to, I'd had about 8 pints and beefburger and chips. Doesn't help.
going to have a warm chicken and bacon salad for tea and washed down with a lovely ice cold new zealand sauvignon blanc.
