"Eat shit" is something my sister often says to me.
And other choice phrases.
Siblings.
You love them. But sometimes they get on your tits.
And words come out ... the hurtful things you don't actually mean, but at the end of the day they know you better than anyone else, and when all is said and done ... you don't really want them to eat shit ...
or so I thought.
On our last trip to Cambodia, we decided to go on a half-day tour around the villages surrounding the capital city Phnom Penh, on quad bikes.
Towards the end of the trip we drove through a paddock full of cow excrement and my sister became bogged down in poo.
I laughed.
Oh, how I laughed.
Up to her pretty, white sneakers in shit.
I told her to "give it arseholes" a delightful phrase I learned in New Zealand, which has a miscellany of different meanings, but in this instance meant put your foot down.
As she accelerated out of the paddock back onto the track, several kilos of cow shit, which had been lodged under the quad bike wheels hit me in the face with such velocity it knocked off my sunglasses and filled my mouth and throat.
I have not the words ...