took a train down to the south coast this morning and from the Ashford onward train, the only seats were the disabled ones by the toilet, singluar ones but quite roomy. An old dear who was blind, walked from the main carriage to the toilet and asked for assistance. Felt kinda weird as I didn't want to see someones nan with her kit around her ankles. As it was, she was asking for help once in, for the door buttons and what they were. Chest puffed out and full of old people help kindness, I was verbally clear and said, the bottom of the three buttons is the open, directly above is the close and above that, the door lock button. She thanked me for he help and the door closed. As I sat down full of my good deed for the day, the reality of the situation kicked in. The lovely old kind blind grandmoher to someone, had just done the smelliest shit I have ever been vapoured by, bar a new born child. It was with some fight that I sought to hold back the largest gag reflex I've had since first tasting lettuce and not the field kind. As she left with a huge smile on her face and thanking me for the help, I pondered what I had done wrong to be choked by a nanny poo
What a cool name. I’m surprised the liberals and Millenials haven’t had that changed to we “should forget world war 2 and move on with our lives fluid transgender say no to plastic I’m a vegan when it suits me and is seen as fashionable and own a hybrid suv yes I am a hairy arm pitted rab fleece wearing dark rimmed glasses wearing man hater I’m also a big fan of paloma faith even though she is a cu*t lane”
Today I am back in the office after being down in that there London for the past couple of days. Tonight SWMBO and I are going to see Florence and the Machine. I will be drooling over her (Florence not SWMBO)
