I had a lovely kebab for dinner last night. Smothered in chilli sauce, and with extra whole chilli's on the side. It was gorgeous!
So why does the food of the gods, become the product of the devil this morning? How is it fair that a gorgeous meal ends up leaving you with ring-sting and smelling like something crawled up your bum and died?
Society wastes all this money on space exploration, and climate change research etc. How about using those scientists and their budgets for something useful, namely the elimination of uncomfortable poo's!!
As has been said, clarts up here means mud. My mother would tell me off for using the word instead of mud, as it was 'common'. 'Don't step in the clarts' and 'You're all clarty' were common expressions at one time but not heard so much these days.
If I hurt myself and the kids are around then I start to swear, then cathc myself halfway through. So you end up with something along the lines of Fudgerygars