Saturday, April 15, 2006
I went out and rolled in fox droppings today; everyone I know well thought the aroma was very nice and pungent (what do foxes eat?), but I was taken away, shampoo'd, hosed down and generally humiliated; I ask you what is wrong with these people? Now I smell disgusting. The boss tried to make it up to me by telling me that in the old days periwinkles were hung around the neck of those about to be executed and I should consider myself lucky that he hadn't thought to stop and pick some instead of just photographing them. Why periwinkle?