I visited someone in hospital a couple of days ago, on a post-operative ward filled with people plumbed with tubes pumping poo and wee, and I think I’ve picked up the famous shitting lurgies. Whereby you don’t feel all that unwell but have got a bit of a sore throat and occasionally have cramps that precipitate running. So I will not be in London tomorrow. I intend to walk somewhere where there are nearby toilets or wooded cover. I’ll keep a bog-roll in my camera bag. The idea of shitting myself in central London terrifies me.
This is a shit post. Sometimes I think there’s a collusion between all of the atoms in the universe to smite me, like Job (the proto-Jesus), in the good book. Fnord.
