I used to mention this to my next sister down, who became a Sydney yuppy. She would cringe and turn away because she was ashamed of her past, but it was reality. As you know, the dunnies were outside. So, under my bed was a ****-pot and a bigger one under mum and dads. At the top of the stairs was a big bucket to empty them into if they got full. Guess who had to empty the bucket? Yours truly and I have to admit I often spilt some.
I was going to include this in another thread but I think it belongs here
No not very nice and something not usually spoken of but true nonetheless.