| My floater |
An innocuous-looking four incher. Nothing remarkable. But to start at the beginning: I did my morning constitutional, flushed and fucked off to work. Imagine my surprise when I found three logs still there on my return 10 hours later. Well, it took me four flushes to get rid of his two cheeky siblings, plucky wee fighters in their own right. So far, so good. But subsequently I've used over twenty flushes, causing a local hosepipe ban, and still my lighter-than-air nutty brown friend refuses to leave the building. As I type, he's still bobbing in the pan, laughing at me. Must have had polystyrene balls for lunch yesterday. Arse-some. |
