Howzat?!

It's been 36 hours of drama verging on crisis in the White household.

The problem first became apparent on Friday evening but we hoped, come the following morning, the issue would have been dealt with.

But no.

As Saturday wore on, there continued to be no sign of a concrete development. All we could do was wait.

And for two of us, this scenario caused little pain - other than having to watch the discomfort, the stress and the frustration levels increase for the third.

All sort of tactics were employed to try to bring the matter to a swift conclusion, but to minimal effect.

Last night, at around 6.30pm, there were real signs that we might be getting somewhere. But our hopes began to fade before being extinguished altogether.

And then this morning arrived. The crisis was now at its height, as was the pain for one of us.

The other two had all but lost hope. There appeared to be no way out of this situation. There was nothing more we could do.

And then, without warning and - surprisingly - with a minimum of drama, it was all over.

Jamie had done a poo with the size, the weight and the density of a cricket ball.

Finally, we Whites could get back on with our lives.