Hey, that's impressive. Even since that photo was taken we Freecycled the filter jug and the clock! And used up the hand-soap and stopped buying it in plastic bottles like that, transferring to unpackaged natural soap from the wholefood co-op. And can you see that small pale green oblong next to the filter jug? That's a nylon scouring pad, not biodegradable and we used to get through quite a lot of them in fairly short order. We scour with bicarbonate of soda instead now, with better results.
Anyway, welcome to the madhouse with its usual ailments and muddle. Buzz’s iritis has been flaring up badly, the Wretched Wretch has a broken arm and the Badger has gout in his knee, not to mention a rattling cough.
Kitchenman, having taken the entire week to paint and fit 2 kitchen units (he was delayed, yes my friends, by cutting the worktop too short), promised faithfully to paint diligently in his caravan all yesterday (Friday), then spend the weekend fitting units in our kitchen. Have we seen him? Have we heck!
However, his presence in our home was not without impact. When I came to put the old juicer on Freecycle I found to my surprise that the plug had been cut off. Turned out Kitchenman didn’t want to spoil the nice units he’d made with the intrusion of a hole cut to pass through the plug for the washing machine so we can actually plug it in. Since washing machines come with a sealed join uniting flex and plug, he couldn’t take it off. No problem. He simply cut it off. And sourced a replacement from the juicer I'd earmarked for Freecycle.
Oh, and I had a letter from the Inland Revenue (God bless ‘em) during the week. A pretty red letter, signed by Nobody, covered with Final Demands, threatening to send in the bailiffs, levy a penalty fine, charge interest on the amount outstanding, and demanding £2.5k this living instant. Well, that would be entirely reasonable if I hadn’t paid them promptly on receipt of their initial demand 2 months ago. I did try to phone them but there was nobody home to answer any of the three numbers I tried – no sir, not even when I waited 45 minutes listening to tuneless electronic “music”.
Anything else to tell you?
Well, the new issue of Resurgence has a beautiful cover, but I’m scared to open it and read it. Abattoirs . . . factory farms . . . How the term “inhumanity” came to be coined I shall never understand, I should think “humanity” covered it pretty well.
However, spring is here in Sussex – the kind of light misting rain that is exactly what the new grass seed on our ploughed up garden needs. For the first time this year a couple of mornings back it was warm enough to have the window open and listen to the birds sing in the new day. And I am reading a jolly good book called Countryside & Cloister written by Sister Marie Therese of Thicket Priory Carmelite Monastery in Thorganby. And I enjoyed watching Goodnight Mr Tom (good film, even better book) on the telly this evening, even if the film-makers' idea of “Yorkshire” does not coincide with mine.
And today the Wretched Wretch came to play with his mother. I walked along the Tricycle Route (back roads and alleyways) to meet them. Even before I saw them I knew who was coming round the corner by the fierce growling and roaring of an approaching wolf intermittently insisting "Mummy! Be a pig!"
So we sat by the fire and ate orange cake and did jigsaw puzzles and drank tea as if we were the happiest people on Earth which, notwithstanding Kitchenman, gout and the Inland Revenue, I think we probably are.
God bless you and keep you sane and healthy; try to be good.
Oh, glory, was I glad to be rid of this! I’ve toted this bag of accumulated stationary items with me through 4 house moves! Can you believe, someone actually wanted it! It went with one of my “Keep the kids busy in their school vacation” kits on Freecycle. And the recipient was actually – get this – PLEASED! We’re all different, aren’t we?