hanging out in the onion patch

there is nothing more peaceful than watching onions grow.

today started with (after switching off the alarm and stumbling down the stairs, switching radio on etc), a vague idea that there was something wrong with the tense that ole Bin Liner was being spoken about in. Well, it only took my ears about 40 minutes to wake up and grasp what had happened. Trouble is, I wasn't the only one. So, then came the potted history of the tensions between...well, who? After a few minutes of trying to be kinda clever and complex and live up to the expertise my degree is supposed to give (world politics? easy, let me explain, dear child), I was able to resort to "he was a baddy, right?" and then only had to go through the completely mad and weird questions before we could move on to the "I don't want to clean my teeth" screaming. Phew!
I guess I'll have to pick the subject up again but hopefully after 7am.