Wednesday, 28 March 2012

Wrung Out





The trouble with going away is all the stuff you have to do when you get back. I feel I have had a flat out day and have very little left to give. Also feeling a bit low as I have found out I need to raise a whole lot more money to pay for visas, cell phone (cell phone?) and other stuff when I get to Tanzania - am not sure how I will manage this...

Nevertheless I managed my two Tells. I set off to the newsagent with my husband to get a paper and spotted someone who I used to live next-door to. I shuffled about as she was taking ages to buy her stuff, but finally managed to Tell her - and she was thrilled to hear about Homeopathy for Health in Africa. I also managed to Tell the lady who organises a local women's group, many of whom will hopefully come to the Quiz.

In this lovely weather my thoughts turn to the garden and I have realised that as Newton's Third Law of Physics states - for every action there is an opposite reaction. When walking with a friend I saw a chrysalis-type-thingy on the pavement. With no legs, I realised its chances of reaching safe ground were pretty slim. Now, being a softy I tend to pick up worms when I see them stranded, so recognising this was a wormy type creature I went back and picked it up, popping it into the nearby garden. What a saintly act I thought as I muttered something about not wanting to kill off such a little being, to which my friend countered "no, but it might now kill of half the plants in that garden!" Hmmm, hadn’t thought of it that way.

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