short story about poo

Now I am going to admit to something really embarrassing that happened recently. I bet I am not alone in admitting this.

I used the downstairs loo this morning as a mark of respect as everyone was is in bed. The upstairs loo makes the sort of noise when flushed that makes you look out the window to check how bad the thunder is.

Anyway the mention of the flushing should tell you what type of toilet experience I was undertaking. Well three minutes later I am walking through the house, trousers round my ankles, walking bent over, yet straight, hands gently keeping my buttocks apart. oh and when I say walking, I mean shuffling in the same way that an orangutan walks. up the stairs into the bathroom to finish off the process.

Note to self:- Check toilet roll dispenser on all future sit down rides.