We’ve moved house again; a little house with rural views to the rear complete with enormous pile of cow shite. Inspired by all that fertiliser we’ve planted some herbs and tomatoes and have already become emotionally involved with their fate. Every time the house creaks and gurgles during the night I worry it’s the sound of little plants hurling themselves out of pots.
No phone or internet yet but been fooling around with a little Wacom tablet. I’m no Loobylu but it’s fun chucking yourself into something new for the pure hell of it, instead of wondering if it’s the right move or the proper next thing. Reveling in your crapness with no expectations. Will try not to put it in the washing machine.