[Outback Porsche]

Nothing much happened for me today, although I had an awkward moment about midday.

I was working on a drawing set and wanted to get them to the next person in the chain today. So I was pushing through it pretty hard and doing nothing else. To the point I was ignoring my need to take a dump. By the time I got the work emailed I was turtle necking and my guts were starting to cramp. So I made a run for the crapper.

I'd hit the stall in such a hurry I failed to notice there was no poo tickets left on the dunny roll holder till it was time to do the paperwork. WTF? Who does that? When you finish the bog roll, you replace it with a fresh one. I'm sure it's in the rules of crapper etiquette.

Well, what now? I was looking at my options. Do I give my freckle a scrub with the dunny brush? Do I floss with what's left of the cardboard roll? Do I floss with my jocks and toss em in the bin on the way out? Neither of these options were particularly appealing, so I waited, and waited, and waited, and while I waited, those options kept rolling along inside my noggin.

20mins I waited before someone came in the loo and I could get them to throw a new roll of poo tickets over the stall.

On a brighter note, I enjoyed a nice hit of golf this arvo. Even got a good giggle from the stupid galah (type of parrot - and not very bright as parrot go) try and hatch my golf ball on the 6th fairway.

Sharyn joined me at the 19th for dinner.