Bum Gas

Swimming got cancelled this Sunday and we found our self with spare time on our hands.  As we were near Ramsbottom we called in for breakfast which was quite an unexpected treat.  Afterwards Kerry decided that she wanted to go to T K Maxx, but not the nearest one in Bury, the one at the other side of our house in Burnley.  All became apparent when she said she needed to stop off at the house for a poo.

She still likes to be semi-coy about pooing which is sweet.  She's not bothered about farting though, and Jesus!!! Without exaggerating I have nearly vomited and had my eyes stung by her pungent anal gases.  Sometimes I think she's quite proud of her bumly gas productions, it's something that she's inherited from her dad whilst putting her own terrible mutation on it.

Any road, we went to Towneley Park after that so Piggy could ride his bike like mental.