We've had some heavy stuff on this blog lately, so some light relief is long overdue.
It arrived in the form of an email from a colleague. To spare his blushes, I won't name him, and it won't give it away to say that he has a young lab, 'R', in the house. He takes up the story:
"Our bog was blocked over the weekend so I said to [partner] she must have dumped something huge. So it went on until today when I took the whole thing apart. R's toy came first followed by gallons of sh*te. R must have put the toy down the loo.
Three showers later I still stink!"