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67. The smell of freshly dug spuds
68. Un-selfsuffientish friends asking to buy some 'delcious jam' or 'fantastic soup' that I've made from scratch from our own produce that 'even tastes better than the shop bought'.....the dawning realisation of others
69. The taste of coffee from a flask sitting on my allotment admiring my morning's work

kind thoughts
Deb

Not too sure what number we are up to but maybe a good one would be..... Someone mentions John Seymour and you don't ask if that was Jane Seymour's dad
PS for those of you that DON'T know, he has been one of the modern forefathers of the Selfsufficiency movement. He's how i found out about it and caught the alloment bug

Shirlz2005 wrote:

hedgewizard wrote:91. Having a slipper full of toad wee (don't ask)

But... no.. sorry,,, I have to ask LOL

All right then - from hedgewizardsdiary.blogspot.com/

This morning getting up early to water the tunnel brought me the discovery of a baby toad hiding under the path material, which I then borrowed for a few minutes to show to Harry. There followed one of those precious moments as Harry, rounding the corner, spied the toad cupped in my hands and the toad, cupped in my hands, spied Harry rounding the corner. Both of them were startled. Harry gave a little gasp of delight and wandered forwards, pudgy finger outstretched to touch; the toad did the only sensible thing and emptied its bladder. So there I was, probably not the only gardener in Dorset with wet feet that morning but definitely the only one with a slipper full of toad wee.

OUr numbers have gone off track a bit. Glennie's post is actually 95, 96 and 97, and Milims is 98. We're nearly there!

99. The distinctive, almost burnt smell of soap batter just after you've stirred the lye in.

And another soap related one:

100. Accidentally putting in so much rosemary or peppermint essential oil into the soap batter that your eyes start watering and you have to run out of the room

I like that. You should wrap it in labels which say "so clean, it makes your eyes water!" I did an accidental batch of lemon curd which I wanted to label with a picture of a cat winking at you over it's shoulder, labelled Cat's Bum Curd -"It's a bit sharp!" but I couldn't find a good image to use...

101. The morning dash to let the chickens out, in the rain, wearing a bathrobe and old trainers that aren't on your feet properly. That, to me, is the essence of self-sufficientish!

hedgewizard wrote:101. The morning dash to let the chickens out, in the rain, wearing a bathrobe and old trainers that aren't on your feet properly. That, to me, is the essence of self-sufficientish!

I keep my wellies by the back door, and shove them on, so I'm in jammies and robe, no spex (so i can't see anyone who sees me) and my hair unbrushed. A vision of loveliness.

PJs! Can't wear 'em. I turn over, but they don't. Grr.

hedgewizard wrote:PJs! Can't wear 'em. I turn over, but they don't. Grr.

You need silk ones then

hedgewizard wrote:PJs! Can't wear 'em. I turn over, but they don't. Grr.

I'm always too knackered to turn over. I fall asleep and wake up in the same place. It's just unfortunate that I wake up about 6 times during the night Believe me, nipping down the hall to a screaming sprog at 3 of a winter's morning, bare-assed, isn't my idea of a good time.

Shirlz2005 wrote:

hedgewizard wrote:PJs! Can't wear 'em. I turn over, but they don't. Grr.

You need silk ones then

Errr... no thanks.

ok ok

Ummm please don't post any pics sans pjs

Nah, that's not me. You're quite safe.

PurpleDragon wrote:

hedgewizard wrote:101. The morning dash to let the chickens out, in the rain, wearing a bathrobe and old trainers that aren't on your feet properly. That, to me, is the essence of self-sufficientish!

I keep my wellies by the back door, and shove them on, so I'm in jammies and robe, no spex (so i can't see anyone who sees me) and my hair unbrushed. A vision of loveliness.

Hee hee I've just done that. Pink towelling dressing gown complete with holes thanks to a mouse eating it, and wellies. In the frost -2.4C.

PurpleDragon wrote:I keep my wellies by the back door, and shove them on, so I'm in jammies and robe, no spex (so i can't see anyone who sees me) and my hair unbrushed. A vision of loveliness.

I'm sure!

For really hard core, though, you can't beat one of my neighbours. We've seen her out washing her car in winter, blowing a gale, just above zero, and wearing wellies, PJs and rubber gloves.

She also hangs out her washing when it's below zero and blowing a gale, again in wellies and PJs.

But she's lived here for years and her house has no central heating (just open fires), so she probably thinks it's warm out.

Then there were the farmers we visited for bonfire night. Four of them, elderly couple, their son and his girlfriend, were up in the wee small hours last week while it was blowing a gale as cattle were out on the road.

Several freezing hours later (in wellies, PJs and coats), they got all the cattle in, the fence fixed and went back to bed. When they went to check the cattle in the morning, they found the beasts weren't their cattle!!

Country life.