One notable thing is I farted earlier and managed not to shit myself. Shitting myself is a daily hazard, I have dodgy bowels and farting does not help but I have to and fart I must, farting is a necessity of life, it expels unwanted gas and can be used to clear rooms of unwanted visitors and gas the flies. Some days I don’t fart at all or such little ones so as not to really qualify as farts but more fartlets. Other days I cannot stop and get careless, this is when I crap my trousers and it is horrid, my pants get covered, it fouls up my trousers and it stinks. Shitting myself is horrid and I have crapped myself more times than I care to remember. It is beastly, horrid and quite ghastly, certainly nothing to write home about and even worse when you get covered in the stuff and it is threatening to take over the world with a great sea of shit.
Today I got out of bed, made and ate breakfast( Last nights curry) and went to the loo where I took a dump. I went to the dump with a load of garden waste, did some shopping, came home and sat in the garden. I have been wanting to write my story for a few days now but the weather is getting in the way. So is inertia, motivation and a host of other negatives. However I have been swimming loads , been kind to myself and bought some nice clothes. Other than that fuck all notable has happened today, in fact it has been quite an ordinary day, but I did treat the old paint and put a load of cat litter in it ready for disposal. I will be glad to get rid of that lot and next I should tidy the green house and do some garden but it is almost time to go out again and so it will have to wait.
The universe is being kind to me and I have nothing to complain about. Also I told someone to go do one the other day, I have no wish to speak or work for them again and would consider stubbing my toe to be a more preferable experience.
The musings of a professionally confused artist 
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