Reading Laura Mauro’s “Japanese Toilet Ghosts” [FT459:30-35], reminded me of a less well known fear in the Western world, which –according to the modern rabbinical Internet resource site TheTorah.com

A vision turned my grief into something paw-sitive.

Within just a few weeks, I had nearly been wee’d on by a naked mole-rat, waited for five hours for a few horses to poo and smelt the sulphurous pong of some seafloor sludge collected from the depths o

I woke on Christmas Day, black and blue in a stranger’s bed

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My instincts were telling me something was wrong with my baby. So why was nobody listening?