Monday morning was full of yogic goodness. Monday afternoon was full of poo. This is the hand life has dealt me. The spiritual and the earthy must find ways to coexist. Especially when they live on a boat together. As you will know, we have a tank where all our waste goes. There is a dial by the loo that tells you when the tank is reaching critical mass. When this happens we have to pay an ex-trawler man quite a lot of money to drive our boat round to the pump out station and empty it. We could do it ourselves, but we would have to learn to drive the boat, which we haven’t done yet.
It all sounds very satisfying - in many ways. You can build your shrine now - to Saint Vincent Ferrer - who is the patron saint of plumbers and builders. He has this honour because he helped 'build and strengthen the Church' by his missionary work and preaching, and of course interceding for poo pipes. His day is 5th April. You're very welcome. 🙃
I was thinking they may have made the poo pipe brown so you'd never accidentally confuse it with something else in the future. But the window? I have no explanation. No one wants to see what's going on in that pipe. 😂