She’s got this trick now when she’s trying to squeeze out a poo. She’ll get this real ernest look of concentration come over her face and she goes stiff with a little washboard stomach. It’s amazing how they’re all soft and baby like and covered in flobbly flab on their arms and legs but their tummies are a think layer of skin over granite hard muscle.
But, back to the point. She’ll start to strain and push. Then, just like an octopus, she’ll flush crimson on her whole face. Once the push is over she goes back to her true (Scottish) colour of pale blue; as Billy Connolly once said, it takes Scots a week of sunbathing just to go white. What’s truly amazing about all this is the speed. You or I, well we’d build up colour slowly and then need ten minutes of relaxed deep breathing to get back to normal. Not Marcail. The colour just flushes in in one smooth transition, stays while the poo is on the move, then goes as quickly as it came.
Truly she is Octopussy, the human octopus.