No one I know (who is not on here) has got their heads around wee wipes yet. Why would I do that?! And why do I want to take on some scraggy ugly looking ex battery hens?
A very close friend told me that I HAVE to fly out to New York to celebrate her 40th birthday in a couple of years and I flatly refused. I will not fly unless it is absolutely necessary (ie, a relation took ill abroad) and am happy to talk at length about carbon footprints ...
I make curries and "ready meals" from scratch. I don't use takeaways or supermarkets for them. How wierd is that?!
I don't drive. I live on the outskirts of a city with a very good public transport system and I'm more than happy to walk. Even in the rain. What a wierdo.
I voluntarily work on organic smallholdings and farms, not for pay. Clearly I have too much time on my hands and must be rich or something.
My next door neighbour asks me every time she sees me "do you STILL use those cloth nappy things?" (she has 2 children in disposible nappies which is presumably why her OH has stolen someone else's wheely bin and fills them both brimful every fortnight)
None of my family understand me. And I don't really care. I'm happy in myself, my OH & son seem happy. And I found this little place online called ISH. I feel at home there
