Because it has taken me years to love my craps, and because nobody reads blogs anyway... Also, when you think of the incredible fuss and chatter, the tv programmes, the books, columns, articles, blogs... all about getting food down one orifice, the silence that surrounds its reappearance out of another is really rather amazing.
Wednesday, 27 October 2010
27 October 2010
I decided a while back not to post ordinary-toilet bowl turds, for fear of boring my public. A toilet-bowl crap is a toilet-bowl crap.
Except this morning.
Imagine my surprise and delight when I looked down and saw that due to some unknown dynamic I had shat a long almost unbroken zig-zag!
At last, something to post. I hastily pulled up my pants and went to fetch my camera. Anna (name changed for obvious reasons) saw me, and when I came back to the living room of course she made a remark. She has been staying a week and she misses nothing.
What on earth, she wondered, could I have found to photograph in the toilet? Apparently the obvious answer to that question did not occur to her. I said something vague about looking at photos on the camera screen, but she seemed to find this very strange, also. I decided once again to tell none of my friends about this blog.
Still no "followers". Perhaps this dragon-shaped turd will impress someone, somewhere in the world, and motivate him or her to become one.
A "follower", I mean. Not a turd.
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