Somebody stop me.

Those of you that know me will know that I am in a permanent state of Late.

I am never on time and I run aimlessly through life like a headless chicken.

So, one day I am running late for a job interview in Jericho. As usual I am completely unprepared, not only have I not decided what to wear of course I haven't ironed anything.

I finally decide what to wear, have a bath, get dressed then run into my room for some shoes, only to skiddy all across the room in one of Trotters poo's. In my tights.

Of course, being so late and with nothing else ironed I was forced to put my tighted foot in the sink and wash off the poo then dry it off with a towel.