good lord while traipsing down the stairs to get to the kitchen for some foodlovin i passed the toilet and this horrific stench of putrefaction assaulted my nostrils.. which is when i realised my doddy was happily seated on the toilet seat taking a good poop (or as the sophisticated grandpox would say, passing motion) without having closed the door and so i reeled back in horror and quickly briskwalked my way past

then again like father like daughter and i don't lock the toilet door either BUT ONLY WHEN I AM SURE I AM ALONE AT HOME