14 August 2007
But that's compostable!
Our shiny new composter has arrived! I'm terribly excited. Not only is it all big and hefty and the-business-looking, but it came with a fridge magnet *and* a bin sticker. I feel truly blessed. Not least because our recycling box hasn't arrived yet and the council have given us the teeny-tiniest wheelie bin in all existence with no regard to the vast amount of poo that two cats produce.
I have already scraped together a small pile of compostables and in six to nine months I shall be scattering it upon my nice green garden. Huzzah!
In other housey news, we were paid a vist last week from a terribly nice man from a certain national UPVC windows company who kept us entertained for about an hour and then left feeling dejected and forlorn without any prospect of our business. Pete's father came down and tinkered with the porch for a day, and Rod scrubbed the crap off our conservatory roof in a very manly fashion before insulting my painting skillz.
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It's not related to this post but it's been annoying me for a while and I forgot to ask yesterday. What was the 3 hours of women giggling that you survived?
Posted by: alby | 16 August 2007
I was sat in our open-planned 50 person office at work, trying to get on with stuff and having to content with this awful shrill noise drifting over from the other side of the room. Women at work shouldn't be allowed.
Posted by: Bear | 16 August 2007
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