Poo

Yep its the topic for today. But before we get to it…

Last night you readers will be happy to know that I slept well… (if you’re in to reading all my posts).

Today I was looking at the clock and realised that I had been up for 6 hours and it’s only 10:30. Woo Hoo

And there I am running round the kitchen with a big grin on my face for no particular reason. That new son on the radio by Pharrell Williams is a good song.

And now to topic for today.

I was thinking the yesterday afternoon, and no it did not hurt. And by thinking I actually like to describe it as talking in my head with the understanding that there is in fact an audience.

And I came to the realisation that I am no longer a professional bum-wiper. I am not a disability support worker. I do not have to see other peoples private parts on a daily basis. And this is good (for me).

I irony is I’m actually in contact with more poo than when I was a caseworker. It’s just changed to cow poo instead and I’m mostly not handling it with my own hands. Let’s face it them poddies definitely  are able to open their bowels… anywhere they please.

Anyway the other part to this small revelation came at dinner time. Yeah the TV is on but the conversation was lively last night and we talked about water levels, weather, work, horses, who’s moved where, and movies. No poo. No yakking about the need to fix things for the less able and no talk about not having a good paying job.

And can I also say cow poo is an odour one can live with. Human poo esp the stuff I was dealing with last year is unbearably more stinky by comparison.

I’m a Station Cook!

Water systems for when there is not much on the land but plenty under it.
Water systems for when there is not much on the land but plenty under it.

I drew this yesterday. It is a stylised  interpretation of a water bore, windmill and turkey nest (mini dam).