In my continuing odyssey to reduce my impact on the planet, yesterday I bought a greenhouse. The only one I
Felicity was resting, in a deep state of reverie, when the call of nature came upon me.
He skidded across the wooden floor running after the toys and I was giggling away. Then I thought, I probably should get out more.
It would be fair to say that it is an unusual marketing strategy, but like many writers, I find it hard to do the marketing when I would rather be writing.
I sighed, and threw a knee up on the narrow wall, hauled myself up (all in my slippers, mind!) and balanced delicately on the wall. Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible wouldn’t have had a patch on me.