Up yir arse!
“Just pop behind the curtain, pop this gown on, pop your pants off, pop onto the couch and I’ll just pop my finger into your back passage…. “
Artex ceiling tiles, one two three four…eighteen rows, one two three…twelve columns, eighteen times twelve, two hundred and sixteen, six surgeries, six ceilings; one thousand two hundred and ninety six tiles, forty two departments, six surgeries in each, two hundred and fifty two surgeries, fifty four thousand one hundred and eighty tiles –
“Just going to pop some barium porridge in now”
Pop goes the fuckin’ weasel in me!
“Why don’t you just pop your latex-gloved hand back in your nasty Asda mostly polyester pocket and pop right off matey!”
Fiona Thomson, Margate
FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found 
Comments on: "day twenty four" (2)
Oh yes I feel your rage! ‘Pop up on the bed’ ‘I’m not a fucking 2yr old’ infantilise me just when I’m trying to keep it together to have some dignity, that will help!
Brilliantly funny and horribly familiar.