The sneeses (sic) may have gone but last night I was kept awake by my chest playing avant-garde accordion music.
At first I was disturbed and then fascinated. The sounds varied from the plaintive mewing of a tiny kitten I had accidentally swallowed to the deep base rumblings that presage the rainy season on the Serengetti.
I was struck by the thought of turning illness into musical composition.
Perhaps I should apply for a grant? But knowing my luck by the time I'd completed the funding application i would be back to my usual bawdy good health. Why is health usually rude? A case for Wikipedia I think, and this time you can find out for yourself and let me know.
Viv dropped by* to return the jacket I had left in Brum on the day of my joob (sic) interview.
I cooked teal for dinner.
Despite my reservations I had been persuaded by the farmer in the market that there were good darwinian and environmental reasons for eating these beautiful little ducks. I had to pluck and degut them and the feathers, as well being such a wonderful mix of pale tan and darker brown with touches of iridescent green, were downy and soft as a kitten's fur.
Despite the farmer's reassurances I am filled with guilt, and from now on I will restrict my meat eating to only ugly animals, dim witted pheasants and kittens.
Not really, though I may be tempted by pheasant and wild rabbit.
But the pretty little teal... never again.
Strangely I can think of no cats that are eaten.
A quick look on Wikipedia proves me wrong
I should have known that the Chinese, who have given new meaning to the word omnivore, would not hesitate to eat even the cutest of kittens.
But the Swiss? Puppies too! Who'd have thought it.
I will never see Heidi in the same light again.
* Not literally true. I just liked the casual and friendly sound of 'dropped by' but in fact the visit was planned. Viv generously drove up from the city known as 'The Lesser Wen' and I thought teal an appropriate 'thank you'.