We were sitting in bed last night drinking our bedtime drinks - mine a 'relaxation' one and Mike his usual whisky, hot water and honey - and talking about the French hippies and both said we hadn't seen any of them empty a toilet cassette so I asked Mike what he thought they did. "Went in amongst the trees like bears"he says. "I suppose they dig holes and bury it"says I. "Yes", he says, "they're called 'potty-holes'!" "Haven't you heard of 'pot-holes', they are a short form of 'potty-holes'". "What if someone comes along while they're over the hole" says I. "Well", he says "they stick a finger up in the air as a signal" "but what if the person coming along doesn't understand the signal" says I. "That's tough shit!" Says he. Conversation ended with me in hysterics and settling down to sleep crying. Typical of how Mike's mind works late at night after a few drinks!

House cleaning today . mike upstairs doing roof sealing and me doing some indoor cleaning and more washing. No hippies today. Went for a walk and a paddle in the lake. Fish swimming about my feet but not those who nibble the hard skin off your feet unfortunately.

For those who don't use facebook, we're having a competition as to which of us have the ugliest feet! Photos will be posted here and you can comment, if you wish, as to who has the grottiest feet! I will not be in the least offended if you say Mike's!