For those of you enviously believing that I am now living in a vegan Big Rock Candy Mountain should take note. I was out this morning cutting the grass with a scythe whilst a certain fat cat prowled around my kitchen eating whatever she could find!
It was a good feeling (not for my dodgy foot or my back) but for my spirit (!) cutting the grass and weeds with just the power of my body. For a day I did not partake in the carmaggedon of life. I doubt I will be able to do all the gardens without using the petrol motor strimmer but I’ll try…..
And the fat cat is…..