I set up this blog years ago, then life and death intervened and I mostly forgot about it but I figure now that it might be useful. I’ll try to write something every day. Not a lot but enough to get an idea across and it’ll be good practice at writing. The more I do, the better I get, eh?


I talk a lot, I think about things, I daydream, sometimes my brain runs away with itself when I’m supposed to be doing something else. That’s one of the reasons why I’m a self-employed gardener. My mind has space.


When I’m pushing a lawnmower or trimming a hedge, I slip into an almost meditative state. I like the physicality, feeling my muscles stetch and my joints move. I’m outside and alone and the only thing I need think about it is getting the job done right.


I guess I do, cos people have me back. I like the responsibility of working for myself. I’ve had some well-paid govt jobs that I hated, because I was bound by ingrained habits and couldn’t just get in and get it done. Now I can.


Do the job – and daydream and think and talk to other gardeners and tradesmen and sometimes chew their ear off, because that’s what I’m like.