You wussy's remind me of Izzy when in NZ. I did my back in, just couldn't bend without going through 22 shades of agony. Cassette emptying time came so said to Izzy that she will have to do it.
On goes a scarf around her face, her reading glasses on, parka on fully zipped up to her nose, hat on, parka hood up, overtrousers on, Marigolds on, walking boots on.
She opens the spout cap, starts to gag, puts the cassette down, nearly crying saying she can't do it.
You've got to do it, says I
She picks it up again.
Tilts it, the first glug came out, she screamed and dropped the cassette.
Pick the fecking thing up, tilt it and press the yellow button to release the pressure and contents, I say.
She picks it up again, tilts it, presses the button.
A deluge of waste issues forth.
Then she drops the feckin cassette into the pit!!!


Bleedin' muggin's here has to fish the cassette out covered in shite and not just ours.
I now never let her anywhere near a cassette, back pain or no back pain!