Poo
My life has a theme at the moment. Poo.
The sewarge thing has stopped doing whatever it should do which means the contents of our toilets are leaking into the cellars. It means I’ve got to know my neighbours lots better and can’t go to the toilet or take a shower till tomorrow afternoon.
Monday night I was in a major rush. Drove back through rush hour parisian traffic to get to my dance lesson. Ran into the house. Pulled off my smart trousers, and pulled on some jogging bottoms, while leaving my shoes on. Only to find out that I had a HUGE poo on my shoe which was all over my bedroom and 2 pairs of trousers. Arrived late to class after throwing bleach randomly aroung my bedroom…
My car was covered by MILLIONS - I kid you not - of bird poos. I live on an avenue where the birds are well fed. I decided that enough was enough I took poor fifi to a car wash. She was so dirty 2 of the men who work there came and watched! They stood around and talked about the ’stick ability’ of the poos on my car. One even stuck his finger in one - provoking sceams of repulsion from me - in order to guage the facility with which they would wash off.
They say things come in 3s. Well this week I have had enough thank you very much.
Nexy week I would like 3 kittens, or 3 bars of chocolates or even 3 lots of spinach. But 3 poo stories is a bit too much.
