pygmy bowel motions...

just an aside (and for fear of a dooce-moment, am solely referring to inanimate objects at my place of employ) but recently installed half/full flush toileting facilities mean you've gotta poo like a pygmy if you want it all gone in one flush. Dead set. Maybe its the state I'm in, maybe its the current diet incorporating stewed prunes, home-made granola and tinned plums, but I'm spending a whole lotta time in a cubicle just waiting for the cistern to fill to flush again...and agian.