Talking poo!
Emma Barber, 30, Worcester
Finishing dinner, I rubbed my tummy and groaned.
‘I need the loo again, ’ I told my fiance Dean, then 30.
‘You’re going after every meal, ’ he frowned.
He was right, and it’d been happening for weeks.
It was September 2020 and we were away in Woolacombe with our 1-year-old son, Oscar.
But two months earlier, I’d spotted blood in my poo.
Maybe I needed to eat more fruit and veg, or had popped a vessel down below, I’d thought.
But now, on holiday, as I got into
