I know I’m still only in my thirties, but I just had a peek at my geriatric destiny. I was sat on the toilet doing my ‘business’ and looked around me. I saw nearly flesh-coloured tan ankle socks poking out of fuzzy, lavender slippers, and an aerosol can of floral air-freshener within easy reach.
I was my grandma from the knees down.
I think I just had an epiphany poo.
I am throwing out the socks…