Very early this morning when I usually get up to have the usual ablutions, shower and dressing etc, my lovely French compatriot decided to spend a whole fecking hour in the bathroom. Probably with some sort of hedge-trimmer.
And I really needed a wee.
Really. I did.
REALLY needed one. I CANNOT STRESS THIS BIT ENOUGH!
I ran downstairs to my landlord’s bathroom. Oh noes! He’s having a poo!
So run back upstairs and decide to grab my trusty pint glass and relieve myself.
BUT OH NOES! Too much now! OMG!
Let’s just say I had to be very slow and careful carrying the glass.
And then there was the Tram…..
I give up.