Thursday, 12 February 2009
On another note - Peter just brought me in a baby bird which, unfortunately, was not entirely dead by the time he brought it to my attention (by jumping into my lap and yowling with pride) so I had to prise it from his jaws (no mean feat, I tell you) and then wring its neck. He's now clearly very angry with me and with Katie for some reason. She keeps trying to play with him and he just huffs and walks away with a little "i have put away such childish things" shrug of his shoulders. Poor Katie she looks very desolate and, alas, she's such a little bird brain it will probably always be like this now - she wouldn't recognise a mouse if it bit her on the nose.
Saturday, 7 February 2009
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
It's great, it makes my skin feel amazing, banishes the dreaded "body spots", the smell relaxes me and it leaves my skin smelling sexy for days. But it costs over a tenner for a pot that lasts a few months.
So, in the interests of my own personal credit crunch (what do you mean I can't borrow any more money? When did this happen?) I've been experimenting with replicating it. Well, I say experimenting. I mean experiment. It took me exactly 5 minutes to replicate the product exactly. And the ingredients cost about £2.50. I'm feeling so unbelievably smug I'll replicate the recipe here:
Scent (I hesitate to use the phrase homo therapy) oils to preference
Mix half a cup of the oil with a cup of the salt
Stir to form a thick paste, about toothpaste consistency
Add the oils - I used a few drops each of lavender and sandalwood but you could use eucalyptus or citrus if you wanted something more energising or tea tree if you have skin problems
That's it! Like I say I'm feeling very smug. Not least because it means I've broken the hold of yet another unnecessary, overpriced item of consumption. And I smell lovely!
Monday, 2 February 2009
Actually, everywhere, it seems, apart from
Obviously I have reverted, as always in such situations, to a nightmare school child. I've spent the whole afternoon staring out of the window and moaning loudly whenever a
teacher director comes near that it's not fair and we should be allowed to go home. This has obviously endeared me greatly to my colleagues.
Obviously the real reason I want to go home is not because the journey will be dangerous or that I am in any way fearful for my ability to get home if I leave later…two words:
Sunday, 1 February 2009
Roll on the completion of Victoria Baths...
A Weekend Camping at Featherdown Farm Days at Bala Lake.
Bala Lake is one of my favourite places in North Wales and North Wales is one of my favourite places in the UK so the prospect of camping in a traditional canvas tent with featherdown beds, Victorian toilet, wood burning stove and no electricity excites me greatly. Add to that the wood smoker for fish or meat, eggs collected from the barn every morning and spending time with animals on a working farm and I'd be in hog heaven.