I have to try to get out of bed as soon as I can and go and have a dump. How disgusting and how dare you talk like that. I will wash my hair, perhaps, and pretend I am ten kilos less and have a kiwi for lunch. My garden is a sunny one with two red chairs. You have never seen it and you might never do. But if you come one day, I will make something special. Venison or something.