Poo-jama Party

It was New Year's Eve, I was 8 and our parents had friends to stay over, one of whose kids had a big patch of wee on his Y-fronts at bedtime where he'd not shaken off. I laughed too hard and in my excitement did the loudest, longest fart ever heard and, on inspection, found I'd left a horrid little turd in the back of my Clothkits PJs. My brother broke the news in colourful language to my mum (just serving dinner) in front of her esteemed guests and she had to take off her apron to come upstairs and wipe my arse. So don't laugh too hard at other people's accidents...