fruit and veg

I love thursdays because it's when our veg box comes each week and it's always exciting to see what lovely wholesome foods we are getting to eat. We get it from a local farm and all the food is locally grown and organic...lovely. Today we got the best box we've had for months - the seasons have properly changed and instead of celeriac, cabbages, beetroot and parsnips we got aubergine, radishes, tomatos and this gigantic lettuce. ~It's about twice the size of my head!
We are trying to better organise our recycling as it is not yet as green as I would like. We live in an area where recycling is an unknown word and trying to recycle is really hard. We have to drive about 25 miles to get to the proper recycling banks to get rid of bottles/plastic/carrier bags/shoes/clothes etc. Only some of our paper waste is collected by the council (our food waste goes into the compost bin in the woods across from our house). Isn't that bad? To recycle we have to waste fuel. It pisses me off but there is nowhere else....we rang the council to check and complain when we realised that really was it for the whole of Wigan borough. So we're setting up our own recycling centre beside our shed with seperate bins and I think I will try to encourage other villagers to use them too so when we eventually go to the council bins we are disposing of lots of recycling. It shouldn't be that hard...
Tonight in a concert a funny thing happened. I had made for my tea a fruit salad of mango, kiwi, blueberries and pomegranate which was really lovely and just what I needed on a rainy evening in a dreary northern town but it played havoc with my guts... later, in the concert, I was sitting on stage in this lovely hall surrounded by an orchestra and a full audience listening to a beautiful symphonic movement that had no flute part when I had an unexpected movement of my own(!) A really bubbly fart welled up in my belly and I knew I couldn't keep it in so I tried to fart into my chair to stop it making a noise. I was successful but it really tickled and I had to try very hard to not wiggle and laugh out loud...I know it's gross but it's real and I found it really really funny - some of that audience had paid up to £30 pounds for their tickets just to have me fart on stage. Classy.