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.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

I've Been Looking for Those Everywhere!

A short article about lost and found items from London's public transport system includes the following paragraph:

Breast implants, a jar of bull's sperm and three dead bats have also turned up at Transport for London's lost property office.

Not to steal my co-author's thunder, but it seems like the plot has just thickened. Can you get over there and check this stuff out, Ben? Missing implants??!?! Has the apocalypse finally arrived?

Bull sperm.