Piggy piggy PIG!

Well, I just went to Woodley to buy some batteries. I failed - they proved too obscure for the likes of Robert Dyas and the Post Office - but found a Farmers' Market.

So I now have real apple juice - I like to think of it as blood wrenched from living apples. And some apple and ginger juice. And some intriguing-looking cider. And some handmade cheese with tomato and paprika in it.

And there was a pig roast going on. So I got a bun full of pig and apple sauce and crackling.

Farmers' Markets are a good thing.

(And I have batteries, too, but had to hitch a lift to the rather more prosaic Maplins with Sysadmin #1 to acquire them.)

All I need is a banana and a king-size net.

Well, I've been boring this evening. Stop sniggering at the back there, sometimes I do exciting things on Wednesdays.

But not today.

I've thrown out a load of junkmail. I've cleared a bit of floor space in my room. I've written a couple of letters. I've filed a whole load of paper. I've... oh, I'll stop now, shall I?

The main purpose of this post is to tell people who care that there are further installments of metame and leathellin's travels to be read. Diary Part 10 has been continued (as promised) and Part 11 is now there too.

Apparently they've now departed for a wine-growing region. Lucky beggars. Hope they bring me some.