The outside toilet

When I was a little boy, my mother would often ‘park’ me at her own mum’s house. By the time of this story, I was seven years old and my grandad had been dead for several years, so grandma welcomed the company and distraction of having a child to look after.

I loved going to grandma’s and she was always very loving and kind to me – except for one memorable summer’s day during the long school holiday.

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