Revolutionary Rants

First of all, I’d like to link you to this; the latest from Hugh F-W’s ‘Chicken Out!’ campaigne. I have tried to herrang my own eldest brother (who works for said evil captialist shop and therefor has some shares) to allow Hugh to speak on his behalf at the AGM, but perhaps now I can do my bit by bidding on sommat. The problem we have is that this particular evil capitalist shop never seems to have enough free range hens. Now, we’ve - or I should say Chicken - have only brought free-range since, well, since we met in 2003 but since the Chicken Out! programmes we have found it increasingly difficult to get free range hens from the one beginning with ‘T’ and ending with evil captilaist shop…

Another gripe - why don’t they do skimmed organic milk in the bigger tub size? It is really rather annoying, when I have my hippyfied musli breakfast and Mr C his Special K or bran flakes, plus coffee/tea every morning and we have to go and get extra tubs of milk constantly…

Yes, yes, I know. Farmers markets, veganism, farmers markets, shop local, shut-up. But surely if I want to follow my own moral standard and do it in this way I should be able to? All that crap about the proles being conscious when they rebel and so forth.

Incidently, my spell checker has died, so please excuse the awful semi-dyslexic bits, please.

The weekend was spent swiftly and happily caked in factor 30 sunblock. On Friday I worked a couple of hours and walked Ferris down by the estury, then C and I got lunch at the Jack Russell and collected the kids from school. Saturday we were up bright and sparkley - Chicken had ordered me a Guardian, which is now to be delivered every Saturday to my door in our effort to keep our local post office open; how romantic of him, I must say! - and both worked a couple of hours in the morning. We then walked Ferris up over Dennington hill, not the usual route but right up the side of the hill to the top via a public footpath. We could see all the way to the shimmering blue sea from the top and were reminded once again what an amazing privilage it is to live here. In the afternoon I spent nearly four hours on the allotment, first with Dad’s assistance and then with Si and Sarah. We gave Si’s carrots up as a lost cause and dug over their bed. I weeded my - scarce - beetroots, onions, spinarch, runners and the pumpkins and swore at whatever had walked right down my newly planted row of lettuces! In the evening I watched The Dreamers which seemed to be a vechical for the beautiful Eva Green to walk around naked and little else.

Yesterday we visited Nan, I planted another row of beetroots, tidy round the house and cooked (unsuccessful ‘iced raspberry mousse’).

The sun has now succeeded in burning off the mist we’ve had here first thing, Ferris has been for a nice long walk and we’re all doing fine. Oh, and Chicken’s blog isn’t dead, it is just hibernating…