| Dig for victory |
[Feb. 10th, 2003|02:53 pm] |
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An up-and-down weekend, but not all bad. We had a couple of successful trips to the allotment and also I got some leaflets delivered in Heston (earlier entries in this journal have mentioned the photos for them being taken).
I spent Friday night sat hunched over a Risograph, printing 3,250 Heston leaflets and 750 for my own ward, Hanworth Park. Had to talk my way past security to get into the building where we keep the infernal machine, managed to smear the carpet with indelible orange ink, and finished at 11.40pm.
For the allotment, I bought a mattock - a kind of pickaxe, but with a flat cutting blade at one end instead of a point. I've used one for the last few years on achaeological digs, where they are the equivalent of weapons of mass destruction. In skilled hands, however, they can be used very subtly indeed. They're not exactly the sort of thing you'd use every day but I'm ludicrously chuffed to have one, which is why I'm boring you with the details.
(As I was working with it on Sunday I half thought about creating a net quiz - "Which piece of archaeological kit are you?" - "You are a mattock: often destructive, you are nevertheless capable of unexpected shafts of tenderness." "You are a new trowel: bright, versatile and eternally useful, everyone wants you." "You are steel toecapped boots: people don't notice you until they need you to protect them." Maybe I will create it. But will anyone take it if I do? *grin*)
Today is a drab day. No other good way to describe it. Tomorrow I go to the hospital to get the numb patch on my leg checked out.
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