Oh Sandy, you've just reminded me of once when I was in the Doctor's waiting room. An elderly gent toddled in towing a tartan shopping trolley (where can you actually buy one of those? are they government issue at the age of 75, along with the corduroy trousers at the age of 60?

). He proceeded to rummage around in the bottom of it, before producing a large ice-cream tub, and slapping it on the counter. "That's my stool sample for Dr Jones" he said proudly. "Did he not give you a little pot to put it in?" asked the somewhat shocked receptionist. "Ach, how was I supposed to sh1t in that wee thing?" he retorted

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The best bit is when I told a medic friend of mine about this. "Oh, that's nothing" she said. "I had one a month ago in a wide-necked thermos flask, to keep it warm!".
