Ok I have name changed for this because I am so so embarrassed.
Just got back from a weekend away with DP and his family camping. I have a thing about pooing in public toilets, hate it cant do it! So you can imagine my dismay when I arrived at the campsite to see portaloos :(
I thought I would be clever and take Imodium, popped one didn't think it was working. I admit this was a really stupid thing to do but I took quite a few more.
On the second evening my FIL cooked up a BBQ and we were sitting round eating and I felt that "urge". I tried to ignore it but it kept getting worse and worse until I literally felt like I was going to poo myself.
I got up to run to the loos and was horrified to realize I wasn't going to make it in time. Dashed into the tent and grabbed a bin bag, dropped my kegs and ...well you know.
Half way through my DS rips open the tent flaps (wanted to know what I was doing) and my DP's family saw everything.
I'm so mortified, ARGH how am I ever going to face PILs and BIL again?
DP keeps attempting to give me sympathy but keeps breaking out in fits of laughter. I feel like I want the ground to swallow me up!