“How the bottom [flush] of a toilet bowl can inspire you”

HOME, 2.30pm. I am upstairs, cleaning the toilet and pondering the gender gap; flushing and brushing, and just… contemplating the differences between women and men as reflected in social, intellectual, and cultural attitudes.

“Extraordinary!” I think, lifting my head and reaching for the cistern handle, “how the bottom [flush] of a toilet bowl can inspire you.”

I begin scraping at lime-scale with a knife, which has the effect of filing quite a sharp edge on my thoughts… very sharp in fact; I’m now [scrape] writing an entirely cogent introduction to a speech [scrape] in my head. It is called, “Toilet-Cleaning, through the Prism of Gender,” and it seems to be writing itself very quickly in concise paragraphs [scrape].