poos, shoes and potatos

Today started in the most hilarious way. My little girl woke at her usual time of half five so I went into her room to play with her until a more sociable hour when we could all get up and have breakfast. Now, I often think how uncomfortable nappies must be...especially a night time nappy so I tend to let her have a bit of a bottom breather first thing and let her play around in her room with a little naked bum.
You can see where this is going right?
But it was so funny. She does proper little poos now that have really recognisable food in them - linseed, rasins etc but they are always squashed into a bottom shape because they are in her nappy. Well, she was standing at a little table playing happily with some wooden beads and singing her little babbling song when this tiny but perfectly formed poo just landed on the floor behind her left foot. And she didn't acknowledge it in any way at all - just kept singing and playing while I creased up on the floor...

So I acted on my shoe decision today. I threw out all my old shoes - which were too knackered to give to anyone anyway - and went and bought some wicked canvas daps which I shall wear exclusively until the weather is right for my boots again in the autumn. I also bought a non-leather belt and purse...to replace more tatty non-vegan goods. It's amazing how much 'cleaner' it has made me feel...somehow more comfortable. And I bought three brilliantly cheerful gerbera (see above!) plants to brighten up my kitchen windowsil. Shopping spree-tastic!

My final thought for the day is about potatos. I was peeling some for our tea and feeling pretty ambivalent towards them - even a little negative - when my hand slipped and I peeled my knuckle. Sore. I got a plaster and carried on only to slice my thumb - reminded me of that Sylvia Plath poem that starts 'What a thrill, My thumb instead of the onion, the top quite gone, except for a hinge of skin, a flap....' More blood and plasters. But was it all because the potatos knew I was harbouring bad feeling towards them?? I felt quite bad until I got my revenge and ate the bastards.


Actually, my final thought is a question which a lovely boy asked me today; Is a seed considered to be alive?