I normally poop alone, but by pure coincidence the lavatory today featured two friends evacuating their bodies in a similar fashion. Things began in the normal embarrassed silence which generally accompanies humans defecating, but after a particularly acoustic fart from young Rowan, things descended into ribald jeering.
I am not certain, but the accountant from our neighbouring office may well have been more uncomfortable than a Welsh Dresser in a chipboard factory.
Anyway, down to details. I weighed in at a whopping 14st 4lbs before my visit to the now legendary little boy's room, and returned a triumphant 14st 2.25lbs, having jettisoned a splendid 1.75lb Yule log from my undercarriage.
Splendid stuff.
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