I was going to write a special Independence Day blog about food independence – i.e. growing more of our own food (like my on-board beansprouts!) in order to avoid genetically-modified Frankenfoods, excessive food miles, and supporting environmentally damaging agribusiness.
However, I feel like I am taking my life in my hands by writing this blog at all, so I’m going to keep it very short, and leave it to you to make up your own Food Independence Day resolutions.
Further to the big wave that coshed me last night while I was writing my blog, conditions have continued much the same. I cut my shin on a seat runner this morning when a boatfiller well and truly got me. Then, this afternoon, I decided it was too dangerous to be outside and retreated to my cabin.
I am minimising time spent anywhere other than safely strapped to my bunk. To where I am now returning.
Happy Independence Day to my US readers.
And to my British readers, thank heavens we got rid of those darned colonials….! 😉
Quote for the day, relevant to me retreating to the Purple Palace: “Better a live donkey than a dead lion.”
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