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Our regular routine ?

Our regular routine ?

We eat, we sleep and we poo and it does not matter who or where you are this is exactly what you do..
Even our gracious Majesty has her morning ritual on the bog and you can bet there is no difference with the smelliness of her log ?

These three fundamentals are our regular routine so it is a fact of humanity even if you are the Queen.. 
Now there will be differences in our diets and the hours that one rests but what goes in must come out again after it digests..
So doesn’t this lot put things in perspective when you look at someone posh.. we know what they will be doing after eating all that nosh !!?

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Being Me

Oh this made me laugh!  ???x

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Jill Tait

Teeheee thats gud then ?❤️❤️❤️

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Marion

I always bear this in mind when confronted by the hiearchy in work Jill, we are all born naked and cold and most of us remain so, regardless of our role in life. Hugs ?

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Jill Tait

Yup we all have to shite ❤️???

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