Being a vegetarian is not hard. I have been one for four days. I am alive. Good.
But.
There is a but.
A big one.
My poo smells different. In a bad way. I mean, sure, it technically smells sweeter and perhaps more pleasing to other people. But to me, the old familiar smell of dead goat and festering geriatric bunions was familiar and homely.
Now, when I go to the toilet, I take a sniff and think there must be someone else in the next cubicle.
But I am all alone...
