The day started around 5:30am, when I could no longer ignore my bursting bladder and defeatedly stumbled over a heap of man and dog legs, out of the bed, through the small caravan door and, balancing on a wobbly, worn-out wooden pallet, reached under our small home to grab my piss pot.
One day in August 2020
The day started around 5:30am, when I could no longer ignore my bursting bladder and defeatedly stumbled over a heap of man and dog legs, out of the bed, through the small caravan door and, balancing on a wobbly, worn-out wooden pallet, reached under our small home to grab my piss pot.