Back to yesterday’s beers, then.
Had a few. Not drunk, mind — just a few.
This morning I felt awful. Slept like rubbish. Two shits before I’d even properly woken up.
And still I had to be at the dentist at nine. Important appointment, apparently.
Got home just now, wanted an early lunch because there’s another appointment in less than an hour. Fork halfway up and my arse called.
Rushed to the loo.
FUUUCK, that was hard!
I mean — the session was hard. The turd was loose. Shapeless, horrible, the lot.
Hard work, soft result. Story of my life.
