.... random rants and rambles. no agenda. yet.

You know how when you're off on holiday, your brain slowly starts to shut down and then unravels as you realise you are going to have a break and not have to work hard or whatever, even though if you weren't going on holiday, you would probably be fine and bite your lip and get on with things as usual, with the typical British Upper Lip Thingy?

Maybe, maybe not.

Anyway, that's how I feel right now. The good part is that C just reminded me that this time tomorrow we'll be in France so I can unravel by the pool.

And no, I probably won't be blogging. If you're stuck for something do to (which you may well be if you're here reading this in the first place), have a look at my nerdish Project Tuesday, complete with "clever" comments from A, who is masquerading on Flickr as gretag, in case you hadn't guessed. It's probably easiest just to play the slideshow, but obviously it hasn't finished cooking yet because, well, it's May and not December.

Is it science? Is it art? Who knows. It's doing wonders for my patience.

So, byeeee! And don't worry. KR is doing next Tuesday's Project photo in my absence, as well as all Harry-related duties. KR and Ce rock!

Posted by j at 3:32 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

No more wee, thank God.

And no, we didn't take all of the above home, in case anyone was wondering about the title of this post. I was more referring to the piles of randomly procured things in the kitchen and on the washing line that need to be Freecycled by us, but not yet because WE ARE GOING ON HOLIDAY SOON, so for now they're kind of temporarily classified as memorabilia.

Crazy? Yes. That's me. And C.

Bag ladies? Not yet. For now, just crazy cat ladies. OMG.

Posted by j at 5:39 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

What would I say if you asked me if I'd spent all weekend traipsing around a field in the mud, voluntarily picking up rubbish and recycling other people's alcohol-related debris at a camping festival that I'm not even camping at, because they don't allow dogs, and also because we're kind of running a cat B&B at the moment (which is a whole other story for another day)?

I'd say yes. And I'd add that 10am is a particularly horrible time to have stale beer all over your hands.

Heh. It's actually fun, believe it or not, mostly because of the obvious environmental benefits, but also because it's quite a sociable job and C and I have both met loads of lovely people - and nagged them about recycling, of course.

It's also really disgusting. Who knew that baked bean flavour baby food could make so much mess? And also who DIDN'T know that sanitary towels can't be recycled?! Oh, and if the two men who peed drunkenly in the plastics bin outside the main marquee ever tell me it was them, they will live to regret it*. Nuff said!

The weirdest thing we've found so far has to be the pair of gentleman's suit shoes which were placed neatly at the bottom of one of the bins soon after the festival started. All very mysterious!

So. More mud and beer cans beckon tomorrow... just please, no more wee*.

* And yes, I know that was probably all Too Much Information, but, umm, how else am I meant to process such weirdness?

Posted by j at 6:22 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)