………….and Xenical held me to ‘ransom’.
On the way home I got an urgent urge to go to the toilet. It was a case of - I need to go………oops some has come out!!
By the time I drove on to the estate I knew that I had had a little accident in my pale coloured skirt.
Imagine my horror when I swung onto the drive only to discover my daughter and friends sitting on the grass chatting!!
Pouring with sweat from desperately trying to control my sphincter I suggested that she went inside with her friends thinking I will be then able to nip upstairs use the toilet and get changed without them noticing the orange greasy stain on the back of my skirt.
……..they weren’t for shifting. I sat grimacing pretending to be on the phone, messing with the CD player and still trying to keep the erupting volcano in!!
Eventually I was forced to say that I would treat them all to a Mc D’s, which is within walking distance, if they left NOW (all said in a very high pitched voice). Luckily it worked ……………………….
Aislinn x