I bought a new mascara today. That was a mistake – that is, I daresay it’s a splendid mascara, but the plastic wrapping was very difficult to get off. I thought that there would be a pull tag, but no such luck as far as I could see. It took the sharp point of a knife, my teeth and my nails about five minutes to remove the shrink-wrapped plastic and two nails have subsequently broken. Poor do, Max Factor. If there was an easier way, you should have made it apparent.
When I was filling my milk bottle at the farm, where raw milk is sold almost straight from the cow, a man waiting his turn behind me asked how I stop it foaming up. “Tilt the bottle so the milk hits the side first,” I said. “Like filling a glass of beer.” He tried it and it worked. Well, of course it did, but he was pleased.
Most of the oak has been cut up now, a friend brought round his log splitter the other day and we’ve had a man with an axe today to cut it into smaller pieces. Next, it has to be shifted to a spot where it can spend a year drying out. I decided I couldn’t do the barrowing again, it was almost too much for my back last weekend, that as well as the stacking, so a helpful schoolboy is coming along tomorrow, if it doesn’t rain.
Another early night, I’m taking it easy this weekend.