Dear Masco&Bongo,
now I know how I'm going wrong with my compost, thank you. I shall dance naked round it tonight.
Most of our friends are quite like us but many of my workmates are a little flumoxed.
I'm still learning to drive, oh, and I said if I did pass we'd still only have one car. That caused ripples!
We don't have Sky, wizzy high fi, in-car-DVD player i-whatevers. Why would I want it?
We don't eat meat everyday and we don't hunt out the cheapest meat possible. You'd think my bucksome-ness would be an indicator that I'm not malnourished!
I don't shave under my arms. Certian male colleagues were really grossed out by this so I asked them if they did. They said of course not. I explained that for hygine reasons they should since men perspire more then women. They still said I was gross.
Snapdragon kindly gave me some wool to practice spinning. I was so excited I told everyone in the office. It took some time to explain that by learning to spin I meant yarn not round and round on an office chair.
Oh the list is endless. At the end of the day it just comes down to saying I live like this because I've made positive choices not because I'm unable to live like you.