A day spent toilet cleaning.

Woke up to a house smelling faintly of vomit, did quite a bit of hungover mopping, cleaned the toilet once again and left with part of my couch (did I mention yet that it crapped itself again last night?) to show my parents. (As in:"Mum, dad, is broken, please do something about it")


Eventually returned to a place still smelling of vomit and went to take photos with girlfriend. (She needed pictures of inter-cultural signs if I'm not entirely mistaken, if I am then she'll probably correct me in the comments. Eventually got back home and cleaned the toilet
once again, this time using bleach. After this mopped the toilet.