Well, shit in my flower pot and call me a spectator!

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This post has no meaningful, reflective discussion to it, though I’m sure it could be considered metaphorical in some ways…!

I thought I’d share a random little incident that happened to me the other day, because my family found it amusing.

So, when I’m home I like to sit in my big round arm chair by the back door and look out at the garden. (It spins around too, for optimum seating/viewing experience).

I was doing this the other day when a cat snuck under the garden gate. Note: We don’t have a cat and we’ve never had one in our garden since we moved in.

I thought “Aw, that’s nice” and watched it disappear behind our shed.

It then popped out from the other side and started digging in my flower pot. I had just planted some bulbs the day before so was obviously thinking, “Bugger!”

It then climbs in the pot and takes a shit. And for the first time, makes the most awkward and prolonged eye contact with me while it does it.

As if to say, “Planted some bulbs did you? Unlucky.”

And for a good two minutes it sat there and stared. To the point where I felt a little uncomfortable about the whole situation… I almost shut the curtains to give it some privacy.

It then made a swift exit back under the gate and I was left with a flower pot full of cat shit and bulbs across the garden. It had literally just popped in to take a shit, before popping off again.

At least when my friends do that, they usually stay for a cup of tea after! (Minus the squatting over a flower pot and staring part, obviously.)

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Hi there! I'm a registered mental health nurse from the UK. For many years now, I've battled Depression and Anxiety and fought my assumptions that I "should" be able to cope better given my profession and that this made me a failure. Slowly but surely, with the help of my colleagues, friends and family, I'm learning to be kinder to myself- I am a human, first. My hope for this blog is that I can use it to document my highs and my lows, as I embark on an experiment to make life a little better for myself, using the teachings from a fabulous book I read- 'Transforming Suffering into Peace, Joy and Liberation' by Thich Nhat Hanh. And if I manage to inspire a couple of others along the way, then it's all been worth while! I'm choosing transformation- Are you?

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27 thoughts on “Well, shit in my flower pot and call me a spectator!”

      1. Excellent job! Doing much better. Almost month off Instagram almost three off Facebook. Deleted some apps off phone during day to get even more time. Read a book this week called “Will power doesn’t work” by Benjamin Hardy. Loved it and gave more to think about.

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      2. Great work mate, glad to hear you’re feeling the benefits already! I’m trying to learn by your example and cut down! It’s scary how much of a habit it has become for me… That sounds like an interesting read, I’ll have to look it up. I’m currently reading, ‘How to Kill Your Husband’ by Kathy Lette, which was given to me by my husband’s family, funnily enough…

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    1. Haha. I would say it didn’t give a shit but technically, it did! Oh no, that’s next level. I hope that’s not where this is headed and the pot wasn’t a warning that its coming for our territory! Consider us on high alert from now on…The little bastard.

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  8. Omg! Fab! What a giggle! Thank you! I needed a laugh! I’m carol anne, from Ireland. I have dissociative identity disorder, ptsd, and I am blind. I blog over at therapy bits, come on over and follow me! I’ll definitely be following you haha with that sense of humour you have who couldn’t resist! 😛

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