Wally Nes’ Blog

I didn’t do much this weekend. Went dancing in Osaka, met up with Chris and Pawel beforehand and went dancing with Antonio.

Due to the lack of Raphaelle I had to get a sub. No, really it’s OK: Look closer. Contractually sound!

Saturday and Sunday were spent in quiet isolation reading, playing and . . . cleaning (well, s’got to happen sometime right?)
In other words . . . a terribly exciting weekend. Certainly worthy of blogging about. OK, so I needed a medium to get the Raph joke out.

And today it was time for another day at work. Except that . . . well, by the time i went to work I’d gone to the toilet 3 times. And on my way downstairs I decided to go again.

And pretty soon after that mt vast brain did a calculation.

• I’d been up for 90 minutes
• 4 toilet runs
• My trainride is 45 minutes

I ain’t going to work today. I had no vomiting and at the time (yes . . that time has passed) I had no pains anywhere either.

But “Not wanting to poop your pants in a very tightly packed train” counts as a decent excuse not to go to work in my book.

Anyway, to refer to the title of the post: Heated Toiletseats. Heaven, just shear heaven.

Oh well, greetings from Japan

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She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it)

- Lewis Carroll

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