14:40

Making a cup of tea I figured that a poo would be just the right time for the tea to brew. It was a mushy sort of crap, a soft sausage. I thought about the Home Simpson shaped radio in the toilet. I never listen to it, I'm not really there long enough. But maybe my flatmate does, since he often clogs it up, I've seen his craps sat there and they must take a while to squeeze out.
He also hasn't paid the rent. Or bills.