Bora da!!!!

Thats good morning in Welsh (or Cymreig, if you want the actual term…)! Even though it’s night. And I’m not Welsh! Oh well, at least I still have my (questionable sanity!)

Today has consisted of very little of worth, and I’m currently trying to delay going home as I know I have an E.U. plate mountains worth of dirty crockery and cutlery to wash- I HATE washing the pots even more than I hate everything else! Oh well!

Came on here last night aster going to the pub then going to my mates house! I’d had a ‘few’ drinks, and as I tried feverishly to write an entry I discovered that my fingers had the precision and skill of a ballet dancer without any limbs being prodded with a rusty kettle and pumped full of lager- i.e. I couldn’t type for toffee! Not much of a change from usual I know, but hey, that’s life!

I’m trying to relearn all my herbalism stuff! I used to know paultices and salves and all sorts and now I can barely remember how to make a cup of tea! I’ve spent the last hour printing stuff, but if any of you guys have any herb lore and interesting recipe type things feel free to teach me! I may be old, but I’m not a dog so I assume new tricks are still a just-about-viable option!!!!

Umm…….. Does anyone else remember the song ‘Novocaine for the Soul’ by Eels? I’ve suddenly convinced myself I quite like it! It’s got a sort of half-arsed charm! Like me! Without the charm! I’m just half-arsed! Metaphorically that it- having a single arse cheek would be considered odd and ungainly! Now that sounds more like me!

Well, best fly, as I here the terrible sound of pots aching to be washed! Margory, pass me the marigolds…

Ciao

Tom, Assisstant to Beelzebub’s assisstant’s mother’s best friend’s dog.