Hump (or humph) Day

Today on her 12-mile bike ride, the Coonie has discovered that there are stinging nettles in GB.

Fortunately, she was with clever monkey, who (after initial open-mouthed look of shock, indicating thought patterns along the lines of, "WHAT in God's name are you doing trying to pick blackberries whilst standing in a patch of nettles?") knew that one should rub dock leaves on affected patches of arms and legs and fingers to overcome alkaline poison reaction -- or something like that. Foolishly, she did not pay attention to what this dock leaf plant looks like, so she should probably avoid nettles in future. Or keep minder close by. But there are such lovely berries in there and TONS more will be ready on the weekend, am quite sure!

Above is picture of nettle, just for everyone's reference. These do not look like nettles look in Louisiana and Texas -- they look like plants with pretty little flowers and ruffledly leaves. This is, however, the only traumatising flora or fauna that I have found here so far -- there are no poisonous snakes or spiders or creepy crawlies (yay!)!

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A game of Scrabble has also been lost this evening (due, no doubt, to distractions of nettle itch) by 100 points. So I must go to sleep and prepare to preform better at the quiz tomorrow. Maybe they will ask a question about nettles.

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NOTE: This site is now being sponsored by the Letter 'K'.

Paul has contributed knot, along with a handy little link to anyone with an alarming fetish.
Matthew is getting a bit out of hand and, while I have not looked up the words as am supposed to be writing like wind, have suspicions that he got some of his contributions from a book of Vogon poetry.
Paul would also like to point out that without k, there would be no knock, knock jokes.