Haemorrhoids, anyone?

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Twenty years ago, my husband's job took us to Italy where we spent two years. It gets very hot and humid in summer in the town of Padua and as a consequence, I developed haemorrhoids.

At night, it was very hot in the bedroom and we couldn't leave windows open because of mosquitoes. So we slept naked with just a sheet over us. One morning, my husband went off to shower and when he'd finished, grabbed the camera and snapped me lying on top of the sheet in a rather unflattering position.

I had to get the film developed so mustered all the dignity I could, donned sunglasses and paid for the film while ignoring the smirks that were on the faces of the camera shop staff, pretending I had no idea what they were grinning at.

The next week, I inadvertently got my revenge and had the last laugh. My haemorrhoids had got the better of me so I went to the pharmacy and bought some cream. Getting back to our apartment, I put the cream on the shelf in the bathroom.

That evening as we were preparing for bed, my husband came in the bedroom with a sour look on his face. 'What's up?' I asked.
'I don't think much of that new toothpaste you bought,' he said.

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