Have you ever stepped in dog shit? Like, right outside your house first thing in the morning but you don't even have a dog? You do your best to clean it off, wipe it in the grass or step in a puddle, or if you're a fabulously organised morning person you go home and clean said shoe(s) properly or even put on another pair before you set off on your commute. If you're not on the ball and don't have time to go home and change, then you'll carry on and hope that you got it all off, but you'll probably spend the rest of the day with the smell caught in your nose, wondering if it's just you who can smell it or if everyone else around you is smelling it too and is looking at you sideways in disgust. It will hang over your whole day like a dark cloud, until you make it home and either scrub the offending shoe(s) or (if they were cheap enough) chuck them straight in the wheely bin and sit down, exhale and think to yourself 'Thank FUCK that day is over.' ...
The ramblings of a (potentially) infertile woman who is teetring on the wrong side of chubby. #notpregnantjustfat