I sure did… right into a wall of fart. This is what he has to say…
Despite the inevitable trauma associated with this journey there has at least been one glorious, unexpected upside. Last night, after consuming a particularly delicious chillie, chicken and basil dish, kindly prepped by mum in law, Jude, I discreetly broke some serious wind in bed during the wee hours. Had I produced this particular effort in the pre-squatter era, it would have resulted in an outburst to rival Julia Gillard’s shredding of Sir Tosser Tony Abbott, however, on this occasion my bed-buddy leapt out of the sac and made a mad dash for the loo. After about 30 seconds she returned and I asked what happened.
With her bowel in such a precarious state she thought she had done a follow through in her sleep, oblivious to the fact that the stench was entirely my creation. That’s surely an upside to this mindfuck of a situation, not only lack of detection but a totally successful shafting of responsibility.
Top support there Darlink! Of all the people to read this post, I predict Global (Andrew Egan) to piss himself the most. So thanks in advance for your support too Global.