Another story from the same period, nothing to do with work but what the hell! This was the late seventies and the swinging sixties had just reached Bolton, and we had this Alsatian dog, Judy (no, not a Keith Laird story) that was always very sickly and weak, and had hip displacia which I think affects this breed. Anyway..
I'd had a few, early in my drinking career, and in bed, woke up about 2:00am dying for a wazz. My bedroom (box room, 8' x 6') was farthest from the toilet, which unbelievably was inside the house. I wobbled across the landing not noticing the dog had shiit at the top of the stairs and not only that, was a particularly sloppy, runny one. And I stood in it. Can still feel it oozing between my toes. We didn't have slippers in Bolton then, so I was barefoot. Luckily I only stood in it with one foot so I could hop to the loo to clean it off.
As I said, I'd had a few so couldn't be arsed with a full clean up, but I had a brainwave, I did my piss, and dunked my foot in the loo bowl and flushed the poo off and went to bed with a wet foot.
...and left my mum to clean the poo up next morning. It was her dog anyway, she brought it home.....
I'd had a few, early in my drinking career, and in bed, woke up about 2:00am dying for a wazz. My bedroom (box room, 8' x 6') was farthest from the toilet, which unbelievably was inside the house. I wobbled across the landing not noticing the dog had shiit at the top of the stairs and not only that, was a particularly sloppy, runny one. And I stood in it. Can still feel it oozing between my toes. We didn't have slippers in Bolton then, so I was barefoot. Luckily I only stood in it with one foot so I could hop to the loo to clean it off.
As I said, I'd had a few so couldn't be arsed with a full clean up, but I had a brainwave, I did my piss, and dunked my foot in the loo bowl and flushed the poo off and went to bed with a wet foot.
...and left my mum to clean the poo up next morning. It was her dog anyway, she brought it home.....
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