thegillspatch

It can all happen in a few seconds. The screech of tyres, the thump on the bumper, the stain of blood on the road; and there ends 6 years of an otherwise happy (and largely overfed) life.

I had a genuine dilemma when sitting down to write this blog post. I've experienced another kind of toilet since the last post, and that seemed to be effective last time; but I don't want to be accused of a toilet fetish, and to be honest, relying on the same introduction is a bit lame. Not to mention slightly nauseating.