Ulcerative colitis for men and women

Happy birthday to me!

Today I am 32. Somewhere between being a wishful idealistic student and a busy working mum I reached my 30s. I still feel 12 most days.


We went to the local Pizza Express for a celebratory Fiorentina and bottle of vino. On a Sunday night it was quiet. Just us, another couple, a family having a noisy meal and an odd couple sat behind us who spent the entire meal wearing woolly hats and staring at the waiters.

After the pizzas and the sorbet hubby had to go to the loo. He took longer than most, so guessing he was engaged in a mini attack, I busied myself with texting my friends and studying the weird woolly hat couple. Then I noticed that the two kids from the noisy family were running back and forward from the loo giggling. I kind of guessed why so got the lowdown from hubby when he finally reappeared.

It turns out that he had been sitting in the one cubicle having his...episode...when the two boys came in and started loudly giggling at the smell and the noise. They tried to unlock the cubicle door from the outside before hubby told them to bugger off, at which point they ran off giggling. When he came back out and sat back down with me we could see the two kids smiling and looking in our direction whilst whispering to their family, who did nothing to teach them better.

I was really angered and upset. I was livid that the two boys had been giggling, mortified about the fact they were giggling about the totally unavoidable smell and noise of a sudden attack, and pissed off that their parents were simply not interested in teaching them any kind of social etiquette or any values.

Hubby? Well hubby just thought it hilarious that his smell had made them run off giggling.

"It's a man thing", he said, "a big smelly poo is something to be proud of."