A Bag of Snails.

Having just about recovered from a traumatic period in Bristle I'm back in back blipping mode again, posting a day's entry on the day with a reference to that day's back blip in the text. Where I include diary text, the information will be accurate (approximately) but the precise day may be wrong.

Today I woke up late feeling fairly normal, yesterday I felt hung-over without the benefit of having been drunk. So it was a normal breakfast (apart from having run out of yoghurt), walking the dogs, reading group and, finally, hedge cutting. The suggestion that we should have the privet hedge grubbed up was met with a tone of voice implying that the subject should never (ever) be raised again. Perhaps we should employ someone who can do straight edges to do the haircut next time.

Our reading group does both books and poems, today, we should have taken along one of each on the topic of festivals. The subject can be treated liberally, a few of the ladies claim that they can always justify the book they are currently reading what-ever the chosen subject. I wimped out of taking a book (the rules do allow it) and used Les Barker's poem, "Cosmo, the Fairly Accurate Knife-Thrower" (Google will find it if you're interested) while someone else took Dickens’ "A Christmas Carol." It's an interesting group.

The Blip is of herself carrying a bag of snails down to the woods for repatriation. We should have painted them so that we could recognise them when they return home.

The back blip is “Catweazle” from the 21st of August.