At Grandma's house you had to sing to let everybody know you were on the toilet.
I remember the outside loo with the cut up squares of newspaper hanging from a string on a nail that somebody long ago drilled into the cold damp walls. But most of all I remember Granddad's lifeless body lying on the floor after Grandma hit him with the coal shovel.
Is there anything worse than dying in the middle of a crap whilst you're singing The White Cliff's of Dover?
The war didn't kill him. Grandma did. Granddad loved Vera Lynn way to much.
C) Ally Atherton 2016