I find that unless I can get the old bowels a moving first thing in the morning, then it can be a pretty painful day for me, working in other people's homes. What really bugs me is the bowels deciding yes we need to move now, just as I am going out the door!!!
The other day, my niece was in the house and my bowels decided it was now or s@@t yourself, so I went upstairs and they moved!!! I cannot tell you how proud I was to have managed to go with a sort of stranger in the house.
My son is seeing a girl who's toilet is right next door to their sitting room! Usualy when he comes in from being at her place, he belts up the stairs to have a dump. He does not suffer as extremely as we seem to, but he does find it difficult in these kind of circumstances. Honestly you have to laugh! Trouble is laughing does not cure it!!!! Darned thing. I feel condemned to live alone forever more, just me and my porcelein pal!!!!