Repeat after me…

“I must always carry re-usable bags”

As soon as I leave my normal environment, I seem to forget the plan.

This is the hard bit of a year without plastic bags, being away from the flat and not having any alternative.

So as I wondered around a small Tesco in Nottingham this weekend, I realised… I had no choice than to use a bag, or buy another re-usable one.

Must stash one in my car and repeat the above mantra.

I might be tinkering with alukeonlife next week, so if it goes offline/wonky don’t panic!

Hmmm so I’ve been ill, my flat mate went to the shop to pick up a few things and kindly got me some biscuits… in a bag.

Does that mean I part used a bag? Should I chuck 50p in?

I’m not saying I’m responsible for the usage of my flatmate… but the biscuits were for me.

(and very nice they were too)

Hmmmm.

Recently I’ve had to yank out the odd mutant eyebrow, which seems to try n grow out at crazy angles… and I realised today what it might be…

My body wants to grow mutant old may eyebrows a la rowan williams…but wait… his surname is williams too… maybe its some genetic conspiracy!

or maybe its just one rogue folicle (?) thats gone wonky… whatever, tweezers a go go.

yes.

I pluck my eyebrows… mockery begins here:

In other news – I’ve been measured for the suit (sisters wedding) and I’m officially XL – Xtra Long in every dimension