On Sun, 1 Feb 2004 22:09:53 GMT, Janet Baraclough .. wrote:

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from lid (Rodger Whitlock) contains these words:

I save my
urine in a plastic diaper pail on the front steps and it gets a
tad on the rank side as it accumulates.

Picture the scene chez tototo. The front door opens, Rodger stands
there en deshabille, greets the passing world and takes aim at the
bucket...

I'm lucky: my front door is not visible from the street, nor from
adjoining properties under normal circumstances.

Now for another dose of entirely too much information, esp. for
Sacha, let me tell you all about the time I... strangled sounds
as ectoplasmic urlger-hands act swiftly

I'll definitely have a taste pour epater les bourgeois, but truth
is, some urglers read all about how great urine is in the garden
and wonder, what are the mechanics of the situation? Do you pee,
then dash out the door, container in hand, to the compost heap,
or what?

I've explained an "or what": you can park a suitable *covered*
container outside in a convenient place and use that as a staging
point. My comments about Big Stink warn that there is a downside
to this approach.

That I use diluted urine on my cyclamen, partly in the nature of
a foliar feed, may also be news. I believe it's one reason my
cyclamen coum do well.

Too much information? Maybe, maybe not.

Now let me tell you about another practice I have. I...
garglings and coughings


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Rodger Whitlock
Victoria, British Columbia, Canada
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