Well dear reader, you will remembers well the antics of Roland Ratso, the not so little bleeder that crawled up my derriere and took so much effort to get removed, leaving me with a permanent stoma called Tom-ass. I have been quiet for some time becaue I haven't really had much to report but last week Tom-ass excelled himself. Lying in bed, "I felt a smell" and gingerely extricating myself from the aforementioned bed…
