Had a lovely couple of days, went to Butser Ancient Farm, where they've built little round houses like the ones we used to live in all that time ago before we got too big for our boots. Made the decision that one day I shall also build one and live in it (a bit more realistic than the tree idea, perhaps?), mostly because they're AWESOME, but also because they have open fires instead of ovens, hurt no-one and.. well, need I go on really.

Got a pretty massive callous on my left index finger from the milk jugs at work. It's so gross. But I have TWO DAYS OFF to get rid of it, the weeds in the vegetable patch and to photosynthesise. My gypsy skin has waned somewhat, and that definitely needs to be addressed. Please let there be sun. Pretty please, with a cherry ontop.

I've gotten really lazy with my food over the past month, maybe, and I'm starting to feel the effects. No excuses, but that also needs to be banished from my life. Before the de-weed, I'm going to throw coinage at a stranger behind a counter in exchange for the most fruit and veg you ever did see. And have a fucking gourmet festival about it.

It's going to be a good one.