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, December 20, 2006

Little Dragon, Carry Mary

It's the end of the movie, the old scrooge has seen the error of his ways and saved the orphanage; children play on expensive electronic equipment, the introverted shy kid suddenly shimmies and body pops across the floor, the stuffy up tight teacher embarrassingly but life affirming attempts the twist to any music that comes on whether it is suitable or not, the dog barks seemingly in time to the music, and the emotionally stunted father laughs when his xmas hat falls over his eyes.

Outside snow begins to fall for the first time since records began, the sound of distant sleigh bells passing over head is noticed by a homeless man who promptly throws away his bottle of booze, and a komodo dragon breaks free into the world from an egg produced by its virgin mother.

"Parthenogenisis", bleated the sheep, failing to veil any trace of smugness. "Pampagenius my arse" seethed Joseph, "I've been bloody cuckolded".
"I couldn't give a toss about where he came from" barked the donkey," I just know that none of us invited them in here to park the thing in our food bowl".