I type with finger tips still smarting, as I picked stinging nettles earlier today. This is the best time of year to drink nettle tea: gather the top four leaves of nettles growing above dog weeing height and add 2 or 3 tops to a mug of boiling water. Leave the leaves to steep for about 5 minutes, then drink this fabulous taste of spring. There is a legend that the new leaves, that is the ones at the top of the plant, don't sting, however my fingers say differently....
So, I am back with my Dad for a few days, and therefore things have suddenly gone quiet again. Luckily I did end up Telling my friend's husband last night. It was slightly unfair as, to be honest, he was captive in his own home, with nowhere to go as I cornered him by the fridge and explained the fantastic work done by Homeopathy for Health in Africa. Fortunately he is a nice chap and showed interest in all the right places.
On the way down to Dad's this morning I called in on a homeopath I had studied with and was able to Tell her. Her enthusiasm and encouragement were wonderful. But there was something odd going on in the background... I took my shoes off, and within seconds they were gently lifted off the floor and placed in a cupboard, my handbag (casually discarded by me) was also softly scooped from the ground and set on a shelf at shoulder height. Bemused, I decided not to say anything but nevertheless to hold on to whatever I had left, just in case. However it turned out that the dogs of the house have a tendency to chew things, so what might pass for madness in my house was something to be appreciated in this one.
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