Saturday 9th

Something has been bugging me ever since I got here. It's a very important question of a highly curious nature. And I’m not the only one it's had bothered. When I visited Cat last weekend she said I could ask her any questions I had about Austria. When I told her that actually yes, something here had me utterly perplexed, she knew exactly what I was talking about before I’d said a word. “The shelf in the toilet, right?” she said quizzically, eyebrows raised. “Yes!” I yelled. “What's it doing there?” She didn't know.

Yes people, there's a shelf in the toilet bowl. When you do your business, it lands on the shelf, crying out for your attention. You turn round to flush the chain and there it is, staring you in the face. More poignantly, you're staring it in the face too. Did they really put this shelf here just so you can admire your handiwork before you flush it away, or does it serve another purpose? I can't think of one.

I decided it would be inappropriate to put a picture of my faeces in the internet, so I searched the bathroom for an alternative prop to demonstrate my conundrum. That's when I found this rubber duck.

I cut a piece of loo roll tube to balance the duck on so it didn't actually touch the toilet. No rubber ducks were harmed in the making of this blog entry.

Despite my efforts for decorum and propriety, I can't help but feel like this blog entry will come back to haunt me one day in the future, like if I’m running for prime minister or something. All that comforts me is the knowledge that David Cameron did pot in his student days and still got elected, and this is much less worse than that. Although my grammar might still disqualify me...