Toilets and Bees

As a gaze from my window at number 9 Midholm road, I notice a toilet in the skip. The residents of number 9 have been there for a few months now and are refurnishing the house. The previous occupier was an old man called Andrew. He must have spent allot of hours on that toilet over the years. Over our life span we accumulate allot of time on the toilet. Ive lived in 6 different homes over my 23 years of existence. Do we have a loyalty to our toilets? Obviously, we prefer to use our own toilets to public ones because they are cleaner, but our own toilets are no cleaner to say our friends toilet. So why do we feel more comfortable using our own toilet to theirs? Thinking on this subject ive concluded that the most vulnerable we feel is when we are in the toilet and because we do it so often we have programmed ourselves to create a safe environment for ourself. This being, your own toilet. When we are taken out of that safe environment, we are just left with the vulnerable situation. When people talk about going to your 'happy place', this may well be your toilet.

My great uncle Ernie died. They found him in the garden and he died of a heart attack. They found a bee sting on him, but they dont know if this is related. I think I would like to die of a bee sting. There is something quite romantic about it. So if I do die of a bee sting, you can say 'Its the way he would have wanted to go'. I should also use this opportunity to put in writing that my funeral song will be 'you'll have time' by William Shatner.