And it was all yellow

June 14, 2008 rooroo

I’m finding it increasingly difficult to call myself a feminist. Well, perhaps that part isn’t true; I’m finding it increasingly difficult to associate myself with feminism as a movement and other feminists. This has been mulling around for a while, and for some reason it came to light during a time when I should be focusing on more important things than ideas flying around in my head.

The library is my home this weekend. Just a shame that the Victoria line is off limits, but it means a nice bus journey around Hyde Park.

I have been cooking with yellow courgettes recently. My grandmother used to cook with them a lot, I absolutely love the heady aroma, I’m thinking of throwing them into a curry with some chickpeas.

3 chin-ups. Almost happened. I’d call it a 2.8, I’m sure it will happen next time.

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