Productivity

[ailbhe]

I've laundered the curtains Janice hemmed on Friday evening, and hung them out to dry. I've washed up - including bleaching the teaspoons and mugs so that they are shiny again - and had two cups of tea. I've had a text from my pregnant sister to say that she's not sick, she's just pregnant, which is a great relief - I have been led to believe that she is in fact unwell because of being pregnant. She may want someone to come to the wedding so that she doesn't have to make a seperate trip to visit her; I've said that seating her at dinner would be very difficult but she can come to the evening bit. A few people are coming to the evening bit, I think.

There's a stomach-turning article on Radio 4 right now about urine therapy. Urgh. I didn't realise I was squeamish until people started describing the taste of their own urine. Urgh.

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I ended up (I don't know how) at a workshop on urine therapy once (I've also accidentally been to one on BDSM and enemas - don't ask). The worst bit was when the woman started describing an incident at board meeting (she was a high flying exec who swore by urine therapy) where she became dehydrated and started sweating because it was so hot in the meeting room, and the smell of urine became somewhat apparent - seeping out of her pores in much the same way that garlic does.

And she was advocating the therapy!