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Apparently it's another of the things you may be acquainted with if you are one of the lucky few with dyslexia. On the one hand you may be lucky and find you're ambidextrous, on the other hand you may suffer from a touch of the OCDs.

Now me, I'm no Mr. Monk, but I do occasionally push someone's piles of CDs straight for them (I tell them I was afraid they were going to fall over).

So, with the weather below freezing some of the time, I decided to defrost the freezer. I loaded everything in it into freezer-bags and put them outside into the snow, then I switched it off. This is something I have to do by touch because the freezer and the 'fridge stand besides each other on one side of a window and the plug socket is about 6' up from the floor on the other side of the window. It's a small window and part of it is obscured by the edge of the 'fridge. Pictured it yet?

One day we were offered a cupboard. I believe mum had been complaining about our tiny larder, the one in our previous home was a walk-in job, this one is more like a tall wooden box attached to the wall, so one of our neighbours who was throwing a cupboard out offered it to us.

It turned out to be a very tall cupboard, it stood about 3" short of the ceiling and just fitted into the space between the cupboard and the 'fridge with about a hand's width between them. Now if I wanted to switch off the freezer or the 'fridge... I think I mentioned all that. Basically I needed a stool or a stepladder and then had to lean over the 'fridge and feel behind the cupboard in order to get to the mains switch.

Am I back to the present day yet?

I got a bit lazy when I switched off the day before yesterday, I grabbed a nearby box and used that to stand on. I leant on the top of the 'fridge and just managed to reach the first switch and flip it off. I knew it was the right switch because as anyone with OCD will tell you, the device on the right is controlled by the switch on the right, and the switch on the left, which is the one I'd flipped off, therefore turned off the freezer. On the left.

Today I came home from taking mum out for her daily drive and wondered why there was a pool of water on the floor which had obviously not come from the freezer.

As you've probably guessed, it was from the 'fridge, as I realised as soon as I opened it and the light didn't come on.

For two days I've been leaving the heat on in the kitchen, occasionally leaving the door between the kitchen and the living room open so more heat can bleed through, and constantly spraying the ice with freezer-defroster, then wondering why it was steadfastly refusing to melt. I'd reached the point where I was about to put a pan of boiling water into the freezer, which is treatment I usually reserve for when there's a huge block of ice in there, and all the time the poor old freezer was desperately trying to re-freeze.

We've been promised more snow tonight, I just hope it's enough to save all the food I put out, I guess I'll find out tomorrow.

Meanwhile I can but ponder what went wrong. Why did I put the left plug into the right socket?

It's coming to something when you can't even trust your OCD to do the right thing.

You can tell that researchers are running out of things to research, fast. In Australia they researched into the relationship between types of people and the way they vote. They came to the conclusion that the bigger, stronger, and/or aggressive you are, the more likely you are to vote for the right wing.

Although they seem to have baulked at saying it, the obvious conclusion is that the more weedy, vertically challenged, and generally nerdy you are, the more likely you are to vote for the left wing.

They did sweeten the pill a little by pointing out that intelligent people were more likely to vote left, but that may say more about the researchers than anything else. If you were a researcher would you deliberately issue a paper which suggested that you were an idiot? Who'd read it? If you write "By the way, I'm an idiot" on your thesis I can pretty much guarantee it will cost you points.

At least I now know which way I should be voting, and indeed why bankers give so much money to the Conservative party.

Meanwhile, with our medical records soon to go online, and our police and employment records already online, it should soon be possible to cross reference our details and predict how we are most likely to vote, without the need for us to actually do so.

Isn't progress wonderful?

"The toilet's backed up."

It's something that happens once every couple of years. Probably something to do with the ancient plumbing here. The answer's always been pretty simple, just pour soda crystals or bleach down it, then go back downstairs and brew up a bucket of boiling hot water and pour it down the pan from a great height. This is usually followed by a slurpy sound and the backup disappears down the tube it was supposed to vanish down in the first place.

Not this time.

I think maybe I was a little impatient, a little too cocky, the plan went wrong somewhere. I did the soda crystals bit, went down and started boiling the water, but it was taking so long I just figured it was hot enough and took it upstairs. The water level hadn't gone down very much, the crystals probably hadn't had long enough to work, but I pressed on. Except, that because the water level was still pretty high I didn't pour the water with quite the same abandon, and all it did was to top up the water level a bit lot.

The crystals were all used up, but fortunately I'd just bought a two litre bottle of bleach. Ten minutes later I'd poured three quarters of it down the loo and it was frothing away like a little water demon ravaging everything in sight, including I expect, the remains of the soda crystals. We went to bed that night with the bleach still thrashing away and just a slight suspicion that we might wake up in the night needing a pee.

The night passed uneventfully but I certain woke up next morning with a desire to pass wetness, probably because I knew deep down inside that the water level wouldn't have gone down.

Actually it had. It had gone down maybe an inch. Just enough room for a carefully placed number one. The bleach was still at it, I think I may have overdone it a bit. Whatever else happened this was going to be the world's cleanest ever toilet. Mr. Crapper would have been proud.

After breakfast we went out to buy some kind of bigass flexible loobrush at the local B&Q, which we happened to know had a nice big, clean toilet facility (Just in case). After walking around for about a quarter of an hour we decided to ask someone for assistance, naturally all the smiling "Hello, how are you?" people who were walking around when we arrived had disappeared, but we eventually found ourselves someone who wanted to be doing something else who told us he didn't think they had anything, but if this would be of any use?...

'This' was a twirly thing on a flexible tube with a knob to do the twirling on top. It was for cleaning out sinks. We looked for something more suitable, I found a sweep's brush and a drain-cleaning outfit, neither of which were flexible enough to get around our S-bend. Then mum said "what's this?"

This 'this' was a 6 foot spring suitable for... something and cleaning sinks. Someone had gone right through the rack obliterating whatever the first thing it was intended for with a big black marker pen. A careful scrute of the wording revealed the words 'lavatories and' were the missing links. We bought it and the twirly thing and went off to get something to eat at a place where we knew they too had a nice big, clean toilet facility.

When we got home the bleach had finally given up trying to find things to exterminate. I pushed the twirly thing down the hole and turned the handle. The whole magilla twirled. I don't know why, but I had thought that the twirly bit ran through the cable and came out at the brush end, but no, the whole damn thing was thrashing around down there, unless I could get it down that S-bend it was useless.

So I tried the spring thing, and quickly realised why it was of no use for clearing toilets. It went into the bend then doubled back on itself, it too was useless unless I could get it right into the bend. I rolled up my sleeve...

To be honest that was probably the cleanest water you ever saw in a toilet, the bleach had annihilated everything it could lay a molecule on, the only thing even remotely brown was the froth which it couldn't get at, but it wasn't dead yet, the second I put my hand in that bowl it was after me like a sack of... those things that are even worse than piranhas.

Oh, I didn't feel it eating me away, but I knew it was, when you're sensitive like me you just know these things. I shoved the pretty little brush thing up the bend and suddenly there was a gloop and the water rushed down the pipe in such a hurry it almost took my fingernails with it. And then how would I play the guitar?

I pulled my arm out of the cleanest toilet I ever saw but that wasn't good enough for me. I scrubbed the arm from shoulder to remaining fingernails with hot water and expensive hand wash, then soap, then I went downstairs and smothered it in hand sanitizer (You know the stuff, the medicated goo that you squeeze onto your hands on the way in and out of the hospital). I am aware of the fact that hand sanitizer is aimed at killing bugs, but somewhere in my mind I had the idea that the bleach, the sanitizer, or maybe both of them, would recognise the other as an enemy and they'd leave my skin alone and fight it out between them.

A day later and I've now gotten over it and both my arms feel the same again except that my LH fingernails are just so much cleaner than my RH nails. I have been down the S-bend and survived. I feel like a slider who got home again. And best of all, I've told the whole story without a single 'Flushed with success' pun....

Whilst smoking my last cigarette
I realised I was getting quite wet.
"It's raining!" I cried.
They wouldn't let me inside.
So I shouted "Stand back! I'm a vet."

.......

After playing the bass clarinet
I shouted "Stand back! I'm a vet."
As James Herriot showed how
I manhandled a cow
My God, I still drink to forget.


Those two were both written by committee. 5 humourists taking it in turn to contribute a line.