To add to the misery of aches and pains, finding something's gone wrong with the mirror and the cost of a haircut becoming less value on each successive occasion, Once you hit sixty, the NHS takes a keen interest in your bowel motions and requests they be posted in part, from time to time. It seems it isn't good enough to send them the paper you wiped your arsse with, they need samples of the early and late parts of the motion. I had one of these poo sample requests in the mail a month or so ago. It remained in my in-tray amid the bills, Christmas charity pleas and threatening letters until my sweetheart did some de-cluttering this week and insisted I attend to it. It's easier said than done, isn't it? How do you go about it, and what mishaps have you had you can entertain us with?