Poo

In the contnued saga of Lid and potty training, Wiltshire Towers are currently on Amber Alert.

This is because despite continued efforts and encouragement, the wee cow refuses to use the toilet, and will quite happily piss herself, then deny it (despite standing in a puddle of wee at the time).

Today, whilst she occupied herself emptying a bottle of nail varnish over the floor (no idea, it wasn't mine), she decided to give us a dollop of Lid finest.

As her face turned increasingly red, and noises that can only be decribed as "straining" emanated from her, I asked her if she was doing a poo and needed the toilet.

In a voice that would have made Tony Green proud describing the prizes on Bullseye, she told me "nnnnnnnooooooooo", before depositing a stool that a 60 year old labourer would be proud of down her leg and over the kitchen floor.

I think we may have to re-approach this toilet training idea.  Most likely with a face mask, some air freshener, and a large box of washing powder.