Anakana Schofield – Author of Martin John and Malarky

In other compelling news, my garden plot and I are engaged in a whole new tension.  The polyamorous slug community are eating the living daylights out of everything. 200 have been removed by hand, but they morph new recruits before my very eyes. The lack of sun is doing little to charm the slithers of green up out of the ground, even if the predators weren’t swooping on them.

But the nastursium (sp?) has a flower! My first. Yellow. And the geraniums are purple.

It’s an ongoing cycle of disappointment my garden. And yet it sustains me … there’s something of the chronic reoffender in it, that endeavouring to find hope in it and yet it is such a bruiser!

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Summer is here. Myself and the small male are singing Green Day songs and the odd mashed up attempt at opera. Tonight a ukelele player serenaded us at the bus stop. She had a lovely voice and sang You and I for us. Aaah. Dotey. She said she’d been playing ukelele for only 2 days.

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