My posts are getting few and far between now and I am finding it a struggle to be miserable enough to post. This is pretty much down to the fact that on the whole 2012 has been a good year to me.
This morning isn’t much different than the rest of the year, though I am staying at a hotel, well, a pub in Oxfordshire. The place is called the Doghouse. There’s little to complain about here, the food is good, they serve good beer the rooms are pretty decent and so this morning, life is good.
I have a few complaints from this room, they range from the fairly minor (I can’t get my laptop to display on the cheap flat panel TV) to the fact that once again I find myself in a room with two single beds (it’s like they bloody well know I’m coming… which they do, I suppose).
To my (I’m not ashamed to say… delight) I found this morning that a minor victory was mine in the daily battle with the bog. This one was a particularly weak specimen. Four flushes no-less were required to clear the devastation.
Needless to say that brought a smile to my face. But then that isn’t the point of this blog is it? It’s supposed to be a blog of misery and complaining.
I suppose sometimes life really is a box of chocolates…..
Chocolate Poo’s – courtesy of www.pooparcels.com
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