Life is like being in a toilet bowl. Most of the time we can be happy surrounded by something bright and shiny. Every now and then it will rain down upon us.But with our shiny surround comes the certainty that sure as we are alive we shall have the occasional shitty time from which we are cleansed. The real problem is, once in a while the shit gets so heavy that wipe around is not enough, we need a good scrub up before we can be shiny and bright again except that no one ever wants to do the scrubbing.
Three surnames, one person