After the funeral and a visit to the house, at about 6pm, we all climbed in the car and headed back to Anglesey. Despite asking her to go to the loo first, within 5 minutes she said she wanted a wee.
We pulled up in a layby and unsurprisingly it was just that she likes using the My Carry Potty.
So we climb back in and then head off. Pretty soon we get stuck in a huge queue of traffic on a main road on the approach to the A55.
First there is the smell.
Then “Mummy, I need a poo”
We are practically static with traffic on both sides of the road. I glance at the GPS map and around me and can’t see anywhere to stop other than a Golf Club which is on the other side of the road (not sure that was really a good choice anyway!)
We are next to a wide pavement with a field next to it so I decide to pull up on the pavement. I crawl forward and pull up onto the pavement only to realise there is no way I can get out of the car – there is just too much traffic.
Then I spot a road leading to a large mansion style house a short distance ahead. I crawl along the pavement, annoying the drivers around me at the same time, and pull in to the road and turn so my car is facing the road at an angle to give us some privacy.
It is a gated house with big wooden solid gates, an intercom for access and thick tall hedges surrounding it.
Out comes the Carry Potty again and I manage to set it up next to the car wheel so the little one has some degree of privacy.
After a good few minutes I ask her if she’s finished and she has.
She stands up to reveal a potty FULL to the brim. Gross!
She is incredibly proud of this of course – being a 4 year old!
There is no way I am going to close the lid and seal it for disposal later so I look around and notice that the wide band of grass by the hedge is overgrown. So I empty the potty under the hedge and rinse it out with a bottle of water I keep handy.
The little one climbs back into the car, I stick the potty back in the boot and wander round to climb in the drivers side.
As I do so a car pulls up. A Mercedes SL of an older style (the squarer one) with a glamorous lady driving.
I pull away with the little one proudly boasting that it was the biggest poo she has ever had in her whole life (I think she’s right) and very relieved at how the timing of it all worked out!
That could have been very hard to explain!