notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Wig update.

Quick, and to the point. My wig mystery has been fairly static. I have taken a few more observation photos, however, when I took a photo in the middle of the road today (out of desperation), I found that it did not come out well. I know now that I must borrow my brother's digital camera. As for the saucepan, work has been so busy I have not had time to go out for lunch.

However, one of the phones in our house suddenly, and rather dramatically, broke down. It was the one just outside my room which I usually use (if I'm feeling social). It broke down into piercing high pitched beeping, before being unplugged. Last night, I found a message on our ansafone; of just the wind blowing. Again, I poo pooed it as nothing, but I feel had I listened to that message in more detail, tried to break it down, then I would have heard some mysterious voice, maybe the murderer, maybe the victim, talking about some shit that was relevant, or trying to ward me off. Foolishly, I deleted it.

Here's what I propose. I will not be in work for the rest of the week; when I am next in I will make sure pictures are taken of the wig with a proper camera, and I will revisit the saucepan tomb, even if it's after dark....that's right, we be goin' deeper underground....

Till next time.