...think my allergy to all theory is getting worse...

So I buy chicken at noon and decide to stop eating meat for a bit at 1.00pm.

Also, reminder to self - CHEW YOUR DAMNED FOOD.

N the R lent me a copy of a book about Saint Benedict Joseph Labre today. He told me about him a while back and he's taken up residence in my brainbox. I am fascinated by the idea of him, and hope to be able to find him in what is, essentially, a theological book ( Read more... )

I have been nursing a sick cow all weekend. A big boofy 4 year old black Angus who was lying in a ditch on his back with his legs in the air until Jim the neighbour found him on Tuesday and dragged him with his tractor out of the sun and into the hay barn. Tough little leprechaun of a man, is Jim, but even so he found a piece of carpet and put ( Read more... )

The odd waft of sumptin drifts past my nose now and again, in amongst all the mayhem and upset - could be the smell of freedom? Sleep, though, sleep is a thing of the past. Feels like rollercoastering on benzodiazapines.

yussa song at twilight.. yussa writing heckersersize ( Read more... )

...clambering in and out of chimney stacks, and across roofs today, I found Stephen Fry's blog. Hahum! He thay, he doth ( Read more... )

I think it's snuffle for truffle night tonight. finally. and old john riddoch, who I hope hasn't gone senile in his bottle. i read my old jounal entries today, looking for something I didn't find, and was astounded to see how much unhappiness I've been expressing in relation to the training, and for how long. on and on it goes, in and out of ( Read more... )

walking by the sea today was all petrol blue skies and gunmetal waters. A cold and unpeopled and wonderful thing. The rain had washed up great batallions of dark blue jellyfish which popped underfoot like bubble wrap. A new dimension to the usual enjoyments.

If I didn't know for sure that I couldn't under any circumstances be pregnant, I might be worried about now. I went downstairs this morning after a tossing and flinging night and the smell of the ginger flower I brought in from the garden floated up my nose and stroked my brain with soft yellow fingers and sent me into a heady swoon. And on ( Read more... )