Holidays

As further evidence of the link between communal living and reduced dependence on fossil fuels, Scientist Fiancé and I have just, essentially, spent all the money we would otherwise have spent on a holiday on train tickets to Copenhagen, a state of affairs made possible by the fact that his mother is generously bankrolling the rest of the trip. It was an eye-watering £240 for the two of us, but we do get to go on a sleeper train, which is one of my most favourite things in the world. And, most importantly, we don’t have to go with Squeezyjet, for all the myriad environmental, political and aesthetic reasons that I won’t bore you with here.

So, yes, folks. You can shrink your carbon footprint, but you have to be nice to your in-laws.

I’m going on a less exciting train to Northumberland for the long weekend, so shall not be around for a few days. I shall be hauling my pile of exciting books, my knitting, a week’s worth of Farming Today podcasts and an enormous bottle of gin* up the East Coast main line this evening and will indulge in a few blissful computer-free days.

In the meantime, I have to find someone to take away the chilli seedlings that desperately need to be potted on. Damn Freecycle non-collecters.

Have a good bank holiday weekend!

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* My parents are hugely pissing me off this week, but I am aware of the indignity of wailing into the internet about how my parents are SO HORRID and NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME!!! and therefore shall not rant about it for I am not, any longer, 15.