Dear Diary. Today I had constipation. Maybe it's because of all the greasy fatty food I've been eating here at Butlins: sausages, eggs, bacon.

I tried to take a poo in the comfort and privacy and the toilet in my own chalet, but I couldn't relax enough for the poo to come out because Corryn and Aurora were waiting for me outside.

So I tried later, in a cubicle in the swimming pool. But the toilet was blocked and the water was up to the brim of the toilet. I still couldn't do a poo which is probably for the best.

So, while the rest of my family went to see a pantomime, I bought some dried prunes and flax seeds from the local Tesco. I was munching on them all the back to the Butlins site. I ate two packets of dried fruit, which is about 20 grams of fibre in total. I still had the flax seeds in my pocket as an emergency backup if the poo still wouldn't come out.

When I got back to Butlin's, my family were still in the pantomime now. The arcade was nearby so I went to a two-pence machine and tried to win a rubbish bottle of bubbles that was right lying on the edge of the two-pence pieces. I fed in fifty two-pence coins but the bottle of bubbles was no closer to falling off. However, 22 two-pence coins came out. So I fed these coins in and I won 18 two-pence coins. Then I fed these coins in and I won one coin. I kissed my final coin for luck and fed it into the machine, hoping for a miracle. The coin fell in and landed uselessly on top of another coin. The little shelf that goes in and out seemed to be mocking me.

Two hours later, I did a great big poo in the toilets.

6 pm

Dad sent me a message that just said "bring the tubs". He wanted the "tubs" (plastic containers) so he could steal stuff from the buffet.