Hmmm, I may have aquired food poisoning, I believe Scott has too, as we’ve both been sick, and are both pooing liquid. What I failed to realise as I tried to pass wind this morning is that liquid feels like gas in the bum, and so I accidentally may have done a liquid shat in my pajamas. Now is a time of mourning and of ritual burning I think, and a time to wobble away and curl up somewhere warm.