Prophetic moment.

My daughter rang me yesterday to say that she was very constipated of course the conversation then disolved into laughter as we recalled other toilet stories but I forgot to remind her of the one that caused me the most embarrassment and mystery.....

It was five years ago, my husband and I were staying at the Lydstep caravan site, Tenby. Beautiful views of the sea, lovely weather. My daughter and her fiance had joined us..I wasn't feeling too good one day and had to spend a good hour an a half in the toilet absolutely desperate but constipated. When finally the deed was done and the motion dispatched I felt the need to inspect the cause of all my agony.
I was amazed on looking down to see a face in my poo. It was my husband's face and he had his eyes closed. When I told the others, well, it took me awhile to broach the subject, they thought it was hysterical, that I was stark raving bonkers. It was the joke of the holiday 'Had I seen any more faces in my turd?' John was called 's..t face' I got really fed up with it and wished I hadn't bothered to share my experience.
The thing is though very shortly afterwards my husband died....