The dictatorship

If you had the power to change one law, what would it be and why?

The heavy hand of the supermarkets needs addressing. They dictate to the farmers on buying prices, quality, packaging, and delivery.

Plus payment terms, demands to fund promotional costs, and forced return of unsold merchandise across the board.

Despite not drinking milk or eating meat, it’s impossible not to see the injustice  here and empathise with the farmers who struggle to keep their heads above water. They have so many factors to take into consideration to earn an honest crust. Whilst the Suits at supermarkets sit at their desks and rake it in.

Dream on,dream on

Write about your dream home.

And so we get another chance to write about our dream home. Last time, I may have said a converted chapel or old school house on the edge of a market town in England. I thought and still do think it would be amazing to leave your front door and walk to the beach one way or the shops another. Bliss.

Another time did I say a little house in the woods. The sun dappled through the trees? A porch to sit out on with a cat and a dog. All manner of wildlife would live in close proximity. Another state of bliss.

This time I would like to think my dream place would be a townhouse in central London. I love the vibe, the parks, and so much to do if it pleases you. Yes, there you have three shades of bliss.

Words by W.H.Davies

You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?

Great, amazingly fantastic news? I imagine I would cry.

And now, with the DP answered and a lovely empty page below, I will put Nature’s Friend a poem by one of my favourite peeps, W.H. Davies.

Say what you like,
All things love me!
I pick no flowers –
That wins the Bee.

The Summer’s Moths
Think my hand one –
To touch their wings –
With Wind and Sun.

The garden Mouse
Comes near to play;
Indeed, he turns
His eyes away.

The Wren knows well
I rob no nest;
When I look in.
She still will rest.

The hedge stops Cows,
Or they would come
After my voice
Right to my home.

The Horse can tell,
Straight from my lip.
My hand could not
Hold any whip.

Say what you like,
All things love me!
Horse, Cow, and Mouse,
Bird, Moth and Bee.


by William Henry Davies (1871 ~ 1940)

Enough already

Do you need a break? From what?

A little break from the ageing process would be cool.

All those formative years aching to be older, like it was a superpower. Then you get there, and maybe it’s not so magical after all?

I’m enjoying slow living now, absolutely loving it, but it’s going far too quickly. I had no idea! I thought being older would give me all this free time. The days would be endless, maybe to the extent of having time on my hands. Not a chance.

Bam and another day has gone. Pretty damn freaky tbh.

Imagine

The most important invention in your lifetime is…

I have been searching high and low this morning for the name of an invention, but I can’t find it. Maybe you can help?

It has the facility to strip Man of his greed and his thirst for power. It takes away that absolute cruel streak, which stops at nothing to achieve its goal.

It opens eyes, hearts, and souls. It instils  gratitude.

Compassion and empathy are inbedded, and authenticity is there by default.

Oh, silly me! There is no such thing

Under the radar

Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end.

It would be a perfectly ideal day to get from A-B breathing. Unscathed from a day where all manner of incidents and accidents were waiting to happen.

From around that corner, I ask for no  bad and sad news from those whom I care about waiting.

Tick tock⏳️

How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?

Significant events and the passing of time change all of us, but lately I’ve been noticing the particular ways they’ve shaped me. Now that I’m retired and finally have space to reflect, the bigger picture is coming into focus.

My life hasn’t been the easiest, and I’ve had to navigate most of it without much support. I’ve weathered storms on my own, learning resilience the long way round. I’ve also learned a lot about people — mostly that I tend to hope everyone is kind, and I’m often disappointed when they’re not. But even those lessons have helped me grow clearer about boundaries and what I deserve.


One constant through the last twenty years has been my dogs. Their loyalty and presence have kept me grounded and sane in ways I can’t fully put into words.

These days, I see every day as a school day. I’m not the same person I was yesterday, and I won’t be the same tomorrow. Not because I’m lost, but because I’m still learning, still growing, still becoming.

Well, the fairies won’t do it

Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.

An overflowing inbox needs some attention, as does a haphazard photo gallery. Despite not using email that much these days, it continues to have a life of its own, which does not include self-cleaning. So, WP that is something that never gets done.

Another thing is the car, inside and out. At present we live rural side, it’s February, it has rained a lot of late. There is mud everywhere, across the fields, splashed all over our wheels, and the interior has not escaped either. The difference between this ‘to-do’ and my inbox is that the car will be done sooner rather than later.

The big breakfast

What’s your favourite thing to cook?

I’d driven Patch to one of our favourite walks this morning, and when we approached the car, he seemed to want  to simply stand still and take in his surroundings.

We know this is how dogs take in information about the world around them. Each nostril sniffing a different area. They sense unseen animals and people, weather conditions, and even changes in the bodies of their humans who accompany them.

Allowing your companion to have a fullfilling sensory experience is one of the best things you can do for them each day.

I was rewarded for standing around on a chilly February early morning with the sighting of a barn owl swishing back and forth across the field in front of me. Magnificent.

And then it was home for breakfast, which I think I mentioned last time you asked WP is my favourite and the main meal of my day at the moment.

Mushrooms with Sumac, wilted spinach, poached eggs, avocados( olive oil, lemon juice salt n pep) with  haloumi, or veg sausage/bacon for an occasional treat. Delish.

It was dial-up!

Write about your first computer.

It was in 2000, whilst I was living and working in Saudi Arabia that I found myself buying a copy of The Internet for Dummies. It didn’t help. Just washed over me completely. Starting with the theory was not a good move.

Earlier during the late 90’s( in the UK)  I became aware that some of my office-bound pals were using email.

But it wasn’t until 2001 when I was in India that a real live princess ( I kid you not) taught me how to use a computer. The only thing I remember about it was that it was dial-up. It was pretty tricky when the electric supply went off and came on at will.

The one day that will stay in my mind forever is when the horrific events of September 11th unfolded. Everyone else was watching it on TV. But I just sat there  in front of the screen in disbelief, immobilised.