When you are very young it seems you need to wee and poop quite a lot,  but anyway we are driving out for miles in the Warszawa, (me bouncing around on the huge rear seat no seat belts of course) when I really REALLY need to go. 

We stop the car.

In the countryside I remember there being wooden toilets every now and again (have you ever seen Mr Beans Holiday where he sits in a wooden loo by the side of the road) well that's what it was like!!! 

I went in but the smell was so bad and hundreds of flies (its effectively a hole in the ground with a wooden hut around it for your modesty).  I just couldn't handle that so ended up going out behind a bush. 

Oh hang on no loo roll? Ok fortunately nearby leaves were of a suitable size and durability! I am very good at improvising on the spot it's a Krawczyk thing. 

I am the person to be stuck on a desert island with. Before long I would have built a small town from available materials complete with shopping complex and cafes!  Of course you have to put up with my boring stories .....

I told you scarred for life by toilet events from an early age.