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30 April 2006

Erg, can’t really think of much to say for some reason.

I went to Haysden Country Park with Suzy so that we could give our Galapagos sandals a test run. I took a shitload of photos, but then couldn’t think of any amusing words to put with them. We had a lovely time, the weather wasn’t bad, there were some cute ducklings, our sandals were great and I forgot to buy my Garnier wipes at Boots, but it just wasn’t quite bloggy. There were no mothers beating the living shit out of their children for a start. However, there was a woman who very nearly did a 180º degree turn on the footpath in an effort to get her loud toddler away from the small lady who’d caught her interest, but she decided against it in the end, making do with lobbing the child into the lake to hush her. Oh, I jest.

Today, day 2 of this delightfully 3-dayed weekend, I dug over my vegetable patch and planted 29 sweetcorn seeds. (Can you call them seeds? They’re just dried up niblets really.) My patch is behind my little wooden hut, Juniper Lodge, so I didn’t bother planting any niblets where the sun wouldn’t reach. After all, that hunky Green Giant will need somewhere to sleep. He can protect me from all the aliens that are going to infest my crop. I’ll be the Green Giant’s ho. He says there are still two slots remaining.

The Firm is on TV tonight. Should I bother watching it? Can I look at Tom Cruise without wondering at which point in his career he totally lost the plot and whether there really is a baby, or has Mother Hubbard, or whatever his name is, simply returned from Planet Zarg using Katie Holmes as a portal?

Oh, and I’ve updated The Route Here