• Ella and the Art of Safety

    I’ve written lot about my chickens, how they burst into my life and insisted on teaching me to expand, to grow, to learn to love, to learn to change, to learn to trust, to learn to accept, to heal. Each of them fixed a beady eye on me and demanded that I evolve. When they arrived, a skinny, scabby, shabby, scrawny huddle…

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Down the Rabbit Hole

I’ve been trying to write for several weeks now. I have numerous good stories I’m keen to finish off but I just can’t get my head organised, it’s easier to start a new blog than finish off an old one. Just seem to be getting stuck…

Injustice

We’ve been mis-sold a sofa. Two sofas. That’s really the only word for it after everything that’s happened. Turns out you can’t get them wet. Not even damp, as it permanently ruins the pile and effectively stains the sofa. Sterling…

Tax doesn’t have to be Taxing

I’m doing my tax. Because this is the first year I’ve made any money in the guesthouse this is the first time I have to claim all the expenses of the build etc. I’ve been picking my way through all the categories and trying to understand…