IBD is a funny old thing, I got up at 9.30 this morning, which is later than my normal diseased tummy allows (pre disease 10.30 lie in at weekends, scandalous I know) and seeing as it was a sunny day, I decided it would be nice to drag my carcass outside.
Went for a lovely local walk with my partner along some fublic puffpaths (public footpath to everyone else)
I had a few wobbles along the way where my stomach started groaning and I thought Oh god please don’t let me be caught short (them brambles, sparse woodland and dry leaves didn’t look like good toilet ground)
A year ago I thought I’d be trapped in the house more often and that would be my life – but things are so changeable, I figure it’s best to seize what you can when you can as you don’t always know what’s around the corner. (Here’s hoping it’s a very convenient toilet)
Happy Trotting Everyone