It's already April 1st -- no joke -- so time for another end-of-month Dolmio (Doings Of Last Month Innoparticular Order) non-weedkilling round up.

That is to say, an attempt to capture past(a) events before they slip... my... mind. March 2006 was spent:

• opting for the chai steamer to back up Robert Crampton's Meaning Of Life-esque theory that "people just aren't drinking coffee any more"
• mourning the sudden loss of Carrot Cake, the unique bakery stroke cafe stroke juice bar in downtown Ipswich: as they kind of used to say in the James Bond end credits, Avi will return
• gagging on my Omega 3 fish oil capsule, as big as a bullet, and slapping on the Sudocrem in a dual salvo against the eczema
• gawping at and failing to guess the locations of the country piles used to film the latest Poirot episodes
• appreciating the subtle layout of the cutlery baskets in the site canteen: leftmost has forks, next has knives, then forks again, et cetera
• holding out the sickbowl for Eldest in the bathroom at 3am
• listening to favourite lyric of the month: "We're not all blood-sucking leeches, for we all have families too", by The Dears
• instigating the Friday film with the kidlets: Curse Of The Were-Rabbit ("arson!"), Pirates Of The Carribean ("more guidelines than rules"), and Charlie & The Chocolate Factory ("Good morning, starshine")
• turning the pages of Cloud Atlas: you wonder where it's going, then you get lost in it
• consuming tiny, tiny packs of Asda's own brand yoghurt raisins
• marvelling that The Boy could spell each of the numbers from tee-ee-en down to oh-en-ee correctly
• feeling distinctly queasy watching the recent CSI episode about the man who ate himself to death while trying to digest a chocolate muffin

And that was March 2006.