With the current changes in employment arrangements, I am considering rewriting my copywriting bio. The outdoor writer part of it will go something like this:
“Fi is an outdoor writer based in Devon and specialising in the streets of Torquay. Her particular areas of interest include the greenhouse, circuitous routes to the beach and vegetable box number four. Fi loves showering in her waterproofs, watching TV from her bivvy bag and playing the piano wearing a rucksack. She has absolutely no idea how to pitch a very large tent in a very small garden.”
Corona diary updates
- Mr Darby and YouTube have been fixing our downstairs toilet
- Apparently there is a website called ‘fix the bog’
- It isn’t this one (that’s a different kind of bog)
- I would really like to see a field
- An actual farmer’s field
- But then the farmer would probably really like to see the sea
- I need to go and buy some more compost
- I realised this while I scraped compost out of my nails back into the bag
- Shopping at the moment feels a bit like a lottery
- Last week we walked to the shops and came back with a cauliflower, some baking parchment and some Simple soap
- We accidentally walked past an open ice-cream kiosk
- I had an enormous cornet
- So did Mr Darby
Conversation of the day
Upon entering Mr Darby’s home office (previously known as the spare room)
Me: What were you doing just then it sounded like fun
Mr D: I was having a Zoom meeting
Me: I haven’t Zoomed yet
Word of the day – daggy
Whether you are antipodean or not, daggy is not a good thing to be. If you are a sheep you will have lumps of poo hanging from your backside. If you are a person, you will be wearing unattractive clothing, allowing your hair to do what it wants to and cutting right back on the showering.
I have to confess to a recent touch of daggism (I blame the lack of Zooming). I have made amends today and even smell nice.
Mr D. noticed.
Which was nice.
