Well, I'm back home again for the holidays, amazing myself again with the amount I can not do in a day.
I did spend three hours on a potato boxing line the other night. My job was to pull out all the nasty potatos as they went by on a conveyor belt. Some ugly things came down that line- but most of them were pretty good. All the noise and vibrating gave me a nasty headache... It was great fun, though, to pretend I was a miserable 19th century wretch like in Les Miserables or a Dickens novel!
Last night I went to karate for the first time in a month, and came back with matching monster blood blisters on my big toes.
I have nothing else to say right now.
making the world safe for potato eaters,