This is what comes of having had no e-mails for five days, and being entirely bereft of even the slightest prospect of entertaining a dusky maiden with a cup of cheer and my accustomed joie de vivre.
I did exchange a few words with a centipede journeying with apparent purpose across my kitchen floor earlier. Well, not exchange exactly. I talked and he walked. Or it might have been a she, I suppose. Not easy to tell with centipedes. Did you know that ‘centipede’ means ‘hundred feet?’ Thought you would. They don’t have a hundred feet, of course, but they do have rather fewer than a millipede, which also doesn’t have a thousand. That’s an example of the scientists’ mania for classification meeting the more right brained, figurative approach of the naturalist. I think.
2am. Mmm... Gardening today, more gardening tomorrow. I have to make something out of wood and glass to protect my carrots.
Is this the most scintillating post ever?
4 comments:
you're cracking up- I think you should go to the pub and enjoy the companionship!!! i talk to the birds and plants myself ;)
I think you should come to Britain and talk to me. Your latest post on the standard of Aussie men is a bit disturbing.
I like doing that with bottles. It always disturbs my classmates when I pop it off though.
And you can get them to squeak really loudly if you practice hard enough.
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