I washed my poetry note book on Tuesday. It was my fault, I forgot to take it out of my pocket when putting my jeans in the wash after a bath. Magz found the remains when she emptied the machine the next day. Most of the notes were lost though I did manage to save nine or ten pages. Not a lot I know but better than nothing I suppose. A lot of it wasn’t even typed into the computer so a lesson learned. I’ll get a replacement for it tomorrow as I have to go down town anyway as I’m going to see a work colleague doing a re-enactment cookery thing to do with the sixteenth century. It’s taking place at the Dick Institute in the town centre and my wife, and daughter are going as well. It should be interesting by the sounds of it. Richard, that’s my workmate, was talk today about it. He said that back in the sixteenth century that there were a lot of herbs that we don’t use today.
Talking of herbs mine are doing well though my mint is still not doing as good as I would like. My carrots still haven’t come to anything and something has been at my lettuce. Half of the lettuce has vanished in the last week or given up the ghost for greener pastures, hehehe. The joys of grown things.
My pet rat also did this week, Kismet or Kisy for short was almost four so not a bad age for a rat. Yes I know a lot of you might think of rats as dirty but pet ones are very clean and make great pets. Kisy was quite a little character as well as very shy. Or was the shyness just his excuse for being the laziest rat I’ve every known. He did give me a nip or two over the past few years though it was more my fault than his. He’ll be missed. Where his cage used to sit seems empty now.