Butter luck next time!
Hiya petal,
What have you been doing since we last spoke? Among other things, I’ve been thinking about these shoes. I mean it’s actually been weeks now, but the fact I wear sports socks more than shoes is making me hold back.
In other news, I’ve been trying to relax. Why is it so hard? I’ve tried reading, walking, meditating, sleeping, and have even resorted to my old faithful: watching The Royle Family in my pyjamas (and last night’s mascara). Nada: I’ve still woken up tense (and on Wednesday, with an uneasy feeling I’d had an erotic dream about carrots).
Meditation, my arse.
Let’s dabble!
The unbearable wrongness of bee-ing
Good news! You’ve been misinformed! The honeybee is NOT endangered, and IS actually ok. The bad news? The other 3,600 species of native bees are at risk. Sorry. Good news again! There are steps you can take to help them out (and still help the honeybees at the same time). I know, rollercoaster. Take a breath. Then turn off those outside lights.
Post ‘doc’
Talk about multitalented. Poet John Keats (he of “mellow fruitfulness” fame), removed a bullet from a woman’s neck once. Yep, he used to be a trainee doctor/surgeon’s dresser, primarily responsible for bandaging wounds. I bet that was a REAL picnic back in the early 19th century - no wonder he decided to write odes for nightingales instead.
Pooch perfect
Have you ever wondered what happens to guide dogs who don’t pass muster? Well either way, you’re going to find out (don’t worry, it’s a much nicer fate than Keats’ neck patient).
Read this and weep
Hello, book nerds. First let me say: you are my people. Second: growing up around books could have helped you function better as an adult. Suck it, jocks. Apparently having books around the home as a kid can make us more empathic, improve brain function, and reduce stress. I don’t know what went wrong with this stresshead, but perhaps I was too intrigued by pictures of boobs on Tom Sharpe novels to get the full literary benefit.