Oh! I do like to be beside the...

plastic?

Just a portion of the jetsam on the beach at Crow Point.

Revolting, huh?

The argument made for plastic bottles is always that plastic is more easily recycled than glass, and glass takes absolutely forever to break down in the ground.

Hmmm...

When you've seen what the sea does to glass compared with what the sea (and it's inhabitants) does to plastic you don't tend to feel that enthusiastic about plastic.

In fact knowing where plastic comes from and where glass comes from makes me think that glass is pretty groovy and plastic is pretty scary.

Richard had to work but we managed to get out for a walk in the wind and rain at 4pm, just before it went dark. It was so unpleasant it was actually fun.

I tried a few times to pin Gemma down to talk about university open days and eventually succeeded in booking 5 open days. We haven't organised how she'll get there and back/which ones she'll have to stay over for/how we'll afford it. But we broke the back of it and the ball is rolling (and clichés are for life not just for Christmas).
She's not happy and I really want her to have something to look forward to and a sense of herself and what she's about. I said if I could go out and buy her Happy I would.

Joel helped Tess make a PowerPoint about a fish for her spotlight at school next week.
She's decided to give a small talk about the ugly great algae-eater that keeps the fish tank clean (?!)

My back's been bad again but otherwise I was glad to not be thinking about myself and I'm sure it made me feel better to have other things to concentrate on.


(There's a big fat argument for making your own juice in that there photo.)