Entry Three
I came awake with a start as I heard the sound of footsteps resounding upon a tiled floor. Hurriedly and in a condition of complete dislocation, I scrambled to my feet, unaware of where I was but knowing I was in a cellar of some kind and that if the sun showing through a tiny aperture set high in a white plaster wall was any guide it must be morning.
My bladder felt painful, so full was it, and I realised it was the need to defecate and not the approaching footfall that had fetched me awake. I looked about me urgently for some sign of toilet facilities but, other than my bed and a large wooden bucket to its side, the room was bare.
And I was naked!
Without any other recourse, unless I wished to puddle the cement floor, I resigned myself to squatting over the bucket and sta
