Counting my blessings

Rushing into the cafe, I walked straight over to the counter.

‘Could I use your loo, please?’ I begged the waitress.

Sensing my panic, she pointed to the toilets.

I ran into the cubicle, relief washing over me.

That was really close, I sighed to myself.

It was September 2018 and for the past six weeks, I’d constantly needed to go to the loo.

go to the loo. At first, I’d