I was letting my mind wander and having random thoughts while sat on the potty earlier (as you do) and it got me thinking about being stranded on a desert island.

Have you noticed, whenever people get asked who they’d like to get stranded on a desert island with, they invariably pick some hot and sexy specimen of man/womanhood, presumably with the intention of wasting away the days performing various obscene acts of wild and rampant monkey sex on, under and over every coconut tree on the island.

Am I the only one who doesn’t really get the appeal of that scenario?

Personally if I’m going to be stranded on a desert island, I want one of three people, and in the following order…

• Somebody with a working satellite phone to call for assistance.

• Somebody with at least a moderate knowledge of survival skills in hostile environments

• Somebody that you can trust not to kill you in your sleep by day three so they can eat your dead corpse until help arrives.

I don’t know… is it just me?

It’s been quite a nice day here today, so we got a chance to get some gardening done. It’s been a long time since the garden looked even half way decent.

Still I think we’re just about there at last (photos in the extended entry part… And I get to play with another shiny new blog plugin… Yay me )
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