I’ve decided to embrace my inner grumpiness through a series of posts I’m calling ‘the mutterings of a middle-aged man’. And before you say it, no, it wasn’t always such; at least not officially.
And where better to start than this.
I’ll leave you to ponder this photo for a few seconds, although I should probably warn you, look away now if you’re easily irked…
Are we done?
I’d like to assume you share my horror, although judging by those I share a house with, maybe I shouldn’t be quite so presumptuous.
I’m talking about the ring of ire which, given the subject matter, possibly isn’t the best choice of phrase.
It has nothing to do with last nights curry and everything to do with what surrounds the toilet.… Read the full post