When we got married, our loo was shared, 3 toilets between 5 houses and a shop, but because we had to go down into the cellar to get out of the back door, then all the way across the communal backyard, we had a guzzunder, but emptying it was a most hated job! One night, when I was about 7 months pregnant, SIL and her hubby were visiting. Me and her were in the kitchen and the men and her little boy in the front room, and I was desperate for a wee, but didn`t want to go outside on my own in the dark, so SIL got the plastic bucket from under the sink and said "go on this", which I reluctantly proceeded to do..............and it split!! Result, one flood to clean up, and a hysterical SIL! Oh, and a new bucket to buy.