I’ve always practised permaculture – even without knowing it.

My garden isn’t so far different from Collette’s at Bealtaine. Apart from the huge lawn at the south side, every other inch is crammed with trees and plants and wildlife and weeds.

Apart from the stupidity of the local farming practices invading us, there has rarely been a single artificial chemical any where near here.

And this may be my only saving grace in the modern times of self-sufficiency and going back to nature.

In the 7 years since I published my book and the 3 years that I’ve been writing here, I have earned less than £80.

The house is falling to pieces around us (I call it Characterful) and we are once again approaching the silly season when all those threatening letters start to arrive. Got one today. Your money or your house BS.

We warded off homeless last year and the year before but………!

I’m neither angry nor hysterically crying. Shit happens :o)

It’s my beautiful, late Tsar and the cats who I’d miss most.