I suppose most of you won't have to worry about what happens after you have flushed your toilet. You all probably think a sceptic tank is some sort of Government Quango or a vehicle in the medical corps.
However, living in the wilds of East Angular, our house isn't connected to mains sewerage. We don't have our own sceptic tank but the group of 12 houses on our estate all jointly own a larger facility where everyone contributes, like a sort of old fashioned Christmas Club. Only with Poo. It's a large "digestor" which continuously stirs all the shit (I think it's called a Prescott Mark 1) and it encourages microbes to break everything down so that reasonably clear water siphons off into a stream. The remaining "sludge solids" are collected in a tanker by some poor sod every 4 weeks and taken off to put on fields which grow corn for your daily intake of carbohydrates.
To keep the ownership and upkeep of this vital facility under a proper legal framework, it is owned by a Limited Company which appoints a Director from each household. It has a fancy "Management Company" name but we all call it "The Poo Company". Once a year there is a General Meeting and the general state of the equipment and running costs are discussed.
We've just been notified that the Annual Meeting is imminent and this always gladdens my heart as there are some new members involved and I can make my usual contributions when the agenda is read out. These include:
"Will we all have to pass a motion?"
"Is this item Number 2?"
I am the Colin Hunt of the Poo Company according to Mrs Rine.