Can you guess what this is?
Saturday, October 29, 2011
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Friday, October 21, 2011
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Saturday, October 8, 2011
Daily Doodle - October 8, 2011
When I was little, I used to love watching the ‘70s British sitcom “The Good Life”. It chronicled the lives of Tom and Barbara Good, two middle-aged, middle-class Britons who leave the rat race and don chunky wooly jumpers and wellie boots in their bid to become self-sufficient in suburbia. Way before it was cool to compost, follow the 100-Mile Diet and raise chickens in your backyard, Tom and Barbara were rearing goats, making their own cheese and peapod burgundy, dying wool with nettle juice and driving around town in their homemade, methane-powered car.
At seven years of age, I dreamed of living a life like theirs. I still do today, but it occurred to me that I’m actually not far from reaching that goal. I’ve got:
- a composter
- a neighbour with chickens
- wellies
- a dedicated wooly gardening jumper
- a lovely garden in which I grow all manner of veg (especially peas)
I’ve even got a hunky, wool-jumper-and-wellie-clad husband called Tom!
Now I've just got to ditch that day job.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Daily Doodle - October 6, 2011
Our house turned 100 this year, so it’s old…and little. It’s got smaller rooms (indeed fewer rooms), smaller closets and smaller doors than most modern homes. Not that that bothered us when we moved in. We're little, too. (Well, one of us is!) We figured that since we didn't have that much stuff, we'd be fine. So I guess we shouldn’t have been too surprised when, after much shoving, twisting, turning and swearing, the movers informed us that our bed would not go up the stairs to our bedroom. It wouldn’t go through the bedroom windows either because (you guessed it) they’re small too.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Daily Doodle - October 1, 2011
If only the world were tea powered…
He does it EVERY day! He has done for the past 21 years. While it’s still cold and dark outside, he drags himself out of our nice warm bed, pulls on his clothes, trogs downstairs to the kitchen and puts on the kettle. When the water’s boiled and the tea’s brewed, he climbs the stairs back to our bedroom cup in hand, stops to give me a warm kiss and deposits a nice, hot cup of tea on my bedside table.
By my reckoning, that’s at least 7,665 cuppas! That’s a whole lotta tea. To put it into perspective, let’s say I drink my tea out of a 500ml cup. That’s total of 3,825.5 litres of tea, enough to fill the gas tanks of 77 Peugeot 207s!!! Or based on the mileage of aforementioned French vehicle, enough to drive us around the world 1½ times!!!!!
Now if that’s not love, I don’t know what is!
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