It's a warm, cloudy day so I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open. I am slouching round in pj bottoms and a singlet. They are pink pjs with polka dots.

Actually I've noticed something about these jarmies: if I answer the door while wearing them, and there's a bloke on the other side, I get really good eye contact for the duration of the conversation. It's like they're scared of looking and noticing.

Or possibly they're worried about what will happen if they don't watch me like a hawk. Maybe middle aged women in novelty pyjamas only belong in Stephen King novels. And I just remembered there's a small box of hammers within clear view of the front door which you could see if you had reasonable peripheral vision.

Time, I think, to put a sign up telling everyone I'm perfectly nice.

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I suppose they might not see me as a middle aged woman in novelty pyjamas, hopefully I'm just running myself down there. Maybe they think I'm a hot, hot vixen and they are awestruck by my charisma.

Next time this happens, I'll try and find out. I'll leave my top completely unbuttoned or something, and drape myself round the door instead of slumping against it like I usually do, and generally just try and crack on to the bloke in question. I'll wear heels instead of slippers. It'll be hard to find a pair of heels that can manage my orthotics but as long he doesn't look down, he won't notice.

And he won't look down, he'll be too busy looking deep into my eyes in wonderment so maybe I'll just stick with my woolly boots, they're far more comfortable and I won't need to use gaffa tape to hold my orthotics in position.

And this time, I'll brush my teeth before I answer the door.

I anticipate great changes to my self esteem, stay tuned.

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I have been cheerfully chowing down real food the last couple of days, lashings of the stuff. Vegetables even! Broccoli! It was fun while it lasted but I am now regretting it heartily.

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I recobooborated one of my worm farms yesterday and set it up just outside the back door near where it used to be. I'm pretty pleased about that. After I got too sick to properly tend them a while back, Big Alison suggested we put them under some trees out in the yard, and directly in contact with the ground and sort of leave them in semi-retirement there, in conditions that made them less dependent on me. (At least I think that was the idea). But anyway, I've decided I could cope with a little bit of worm farming again.

Poking through some castings, I was pleased to note that while they haven't been hugely prolific, there are enough worms and eggs that I doubt I'll need to purchase new ones. A bit of TLC and we'll soon be back into small scale fertiliser production.

Next I want to get our new compost bin assembled. It's a fancy jobbie that hopefully requires no turning of the contents. This will take larger amounts of garden rubbish, and possibly even the odd bag or three of lawn clippings. Our various other composting strategies have also fallen through due to the work required, this one _might_ just work.