Many years ago, I went to some stately home National Trust type place with my missus.

At one point she “had to go”, so we ran to the toilet and she was in there for ages.

Eventually she came out. “Go, go…” she ushered me away.

Behind her another woman was coming out. She looked like a picture of a WW1 soldier that had just been mustard gassed.

I’ve never been more proud.