r_scribbles | Poopoo trauma.

Massive pool of doggy diahorrea on the doorstep when returning from Playgroup this morning. Massive. Seriously, if your dog's got the shits that's a pity for you, but don't let them lay down a puddle of poop soup in a stranger's FREAKING DOORWAY! Good Lord, every day in every way I lose a little more faith in the ability of my fellow humans to have any semblence of thought or respect for others. As I mentioned on Twitter, I can at least take consolation that if the owners' doggy's got the runs, the poor mutt's probably sprayed their own house with shit already. Because at this moment in time I just want to seize control of government and bring in new laws that anybody caught not picking up after their pet will be tracked, followed home and have a tonne of slurry flung at their windows at three in the morning.

Right. Laundry, then bathroom cleaning, then washing up, then a few minutes of writing if I get time. A housewife's life is a glamourous one.