When I first started going out with my new wife she stayed over and the toilet broke. We were okish for wees until the plumber came as we slashed in the bidet (removed shortly after this incident). But I needed a shit so I went beyond the boundary of the communal garden and curled one out in the woods, Mearsstyle.
I must hear about it at least once a quarter. Drop it now. If you wanted to do something about it the time was then.