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Our PSTN can't switch smell along with voice and picture. Evidence of this would be that such a blemish upon the luxury domestic flax would be immediately identified. Not as an unexpected escape of night-soil but as careless droppage from taking toast in bed, spread thinly with Gentleman's Relish (the toast, not the bed). Similar in visual rendition, I agree, but easily differentiated by smell (unless the odour of your ordure is anchovy). There would be no confusion should I have been consuming crumpets where a post hot-butterous Marmite application is de rigueur. They could tell that that didn't have a bowellian source as they could see it was black and that is not on my faecal colour palate.
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David V
Lord Finchley tried to mend the electric light
Himself. It struck him dead and serve him right
It is the duty of the wealthy man
To give employment to the artisan
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