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.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Goodnight sweet world

Well, I think the wig/head mystery has taken a turn for the freaky worst. They've found a piano at the top of Britains tallest mountain, Ben Nevis. No-body knows how it got there, why we haven't seen it till now, but I think it's clear to reader's of the muck that the net is shrinking and there's no-where left for me to run now.

What I need is an ally. An ally I can trust and train to be my eyes is essential, but who, what? One of London't parrots? No, they fly exclusively in pairs, I couldn't trust two of them, I need a sole ally...and one who can't betray me by using any human language...hmmmm, stay tuned.

Piano on the moutain, squirrels bullying me off benches, this may be my last post. If so, it's been fun, and hey, don't cry too much about the Movie Said What Feature...

More later.