February 28 2002
Thursday
You would have thought that faced with the choice of having to spend
about two hours
a week cleaning out rabbit hutches - very soon to become a lot more than two hours once
they start to multiply - or experience a bit of pain for a short while, caused by throwing
yourself into a bed of nettles, that there would hardly
be a choice to make. All I can say to anyone who thinks otherwise is try throwing yourself into
a bed of nettles. I was trying for three hours today. Even when I imagined that Nigella Lawson
was lying naked in the middle of it and I would land belly flop on her luscious body I couldn't bring myself to do it. I have decided to ask Stinking and Brain Danage
to throw me into it.
My poor frog Slimyget 2 died today. I don't think the kick from the man who
it
caused
to
ride his bicycle into the lamppost did it much good. I said a little prayer for him and then
buried what was left of him in the garden - well I'd eaten his legs, because
I've always wanted to try frogs legs. Somebody had told me they tasted a bit
like chicken, but if they do it's a chicken that's been fished out of a frog
pond. I shan't bother again, I don't know what the French see in them.
Later I went out and found another frog, Slimyget 3. |
