At some point in the following six years I made the incredibly ill judged decision to get rid of this shirt!

Here’s some sweet footage of Three Legs diligently cleaning one of last year’s cubs. Given that Manky tail, his pregnant vixen, hasn’t appeared for a few nights it’s likely she’s had her new babies and is staying in the den with them.

A week ago, while suffering with a bad chest infection. I drove to Winchester to make sure I was at my sister’s party. I couldn’t stay overnight as I had to get back to care for my 19 year old cat. So I drove home in the wee hours feeling utterly grim.

Today I went to a funeral of a family friend (who was an Anglican priest), and the Archbishop came. I was brought up in the church (not sure if that’s surprising or not) so she’s pretty famous in these circles as she’s the first woman and first gay partnered bishop in the UK.

My new thesis: the creation of infinite wormholes of mucus behind my fucking sinuses.

I’ve hardly eaten since Friday night because of this virus trying to eat a jacket potato early suffocated me on Saturday so I’ve been a bit anxious as well as not very hungry). And I’ve also not been to the gym. I hope I don’t end up looking like an empty sausage skin!

I ddathlu'r tair duwies - mam, morwyn, hen wraig. Bydd y ddraig goch yn dangos y ffordd. 🖤

I woke up today with one of those awful sore throats that starts high up behind your nose… the topical sprays aren’t touching it and I’m too bunged up to sniff anything in. This is why I’m trying to move to a remote forest. Preferably on a remote island. In an uncharted section of the coast.

My vixen (Manky Tail) has a belly full of babies. On the wild cam last night she stopped at just the right angle to see. She’s been extra hungry the last couple of weeks and waiting for the food to arrive each night.

The people I really admire are the ones who make a living without having to use LinkedIn as a career Only Fans.

Today started badly with a message to say all the allotment sheds had been broken into. They decided a few old buckets and muddy tools wasn’t worth stealing but it’s so horrible anyway. But in other news I spotted the first blossom on the golden gage tree. So that was joyful.

Went to the corner shop. Matched my trews and shoes. It’s the details…

Who wants to see Bob the foal being a furry idiot? He deliver barged into this stable (not his) to fuck shit up. If he was human I’d be pissed off… but he’s furry so it’s cute!

I can piss myself in my own jeans for free.

I didn’t catch other’s thoughts on Weapons when it came out. I thought it was a ruddy good, old fashioned horror.

I cracked open some of the spiced courgette pickles I made in the summer. Lordy, she goooooood.

The cat distribution service is never wrong. 🌙

GN. Especially to my busy brained, insomniac community. Scroll ya later,

It was good, messy fun. I spent 2 hours throwing a vase. Then one of the other women clumsily jabbed her meaty paw into the side of it after I’d wired it perfectly off the wheel.

Off to learn to throw pottery… be back soon.

Today I had a calligraphy lesson with the woman who drew up the scroll work and maps for House of Guinness. It’s safe to say I won’t be offering any competition…

GN

I just had cause to exclaim “MADAM! You are ruining my alchemy.” To my cat. While I was making bread.

GN

I watched both the Andrew Tate videos where he says he’s too smart to read books and then the one where he whines like a toddler with his toys clutched to his chest. And I think he’s making women so dry they can provide serious support with all the storm flooding.

This prick literally earns money doing Cameo videos from home.

I pride myself on being an ally to minority groups and avoiding stereotyping, but I’m beginning to believe Billionaire men are all severely fucked up. I wish we could find an island to keep them on permanently. With an endless supply of ketamin and high sided pools.

Just when it feels like it’ll never stop raining and we’re in perpetual winter, nature stretches out its hope filled hands.

GN

Saved a frog tonight. He was enjoying the rain not realising he’d headed to the busy road in my village. At the expense of my shopping bag he is now reappointed in a boggy part of the park.

I need to find a healthier balance between reading about the various Epstein revelations, and despair at the corruption among the most powerful. It’s genuinely making me feel ill. But I don’t want to ignore or be ignorant about any of it…but my god…

I’m trying to be more planet conscious. I grow a lot of herbs and veg now. I buy more British / local produce & avoid boxed / netted stuff. I use biodegradable pan scourers, bin bags & use soap bars not squeezy shower gel. BUT I WILL NEVER EVER USE A COTTON HANKY!

After revelations today, while I was in the gym, I’ve rewarded myself with a rum and coke. Boggled.

I’ve not felt like shoving my face into any pictures for a while. But here I was today not feeling too meh to give some B&W… then I de-mossed the drive and I was flicked with dirt from head to toe.

At the weekend it was the 1 year anniversary of losing my dear sweet Moo. I found him on a farm as a kitten, riddled with worms and fleas. He paid me back a 1000x in the 15 years before he passed away. His death was the first in a year that tested and changed me.

A good couple of details at the rifle range and then some not too shabby shooting at the other range.

The big boys having scritches. Note Lewis getting much more Rebel butt fuzz than he was expecting!

The moon and stars… #luna #devilsapostrophe

The home grown lion’s mane was ready to harvest today so I made stroganoff with it. The recipe suggested cooking it like a steak which I did. Then made the sauce as normal. Now, I’ve got to say that mushroom has an odd texture. It’s disconcertingly meaty.

I heard the cold snap was going to last a bit longer…

There’s a potter #throwdown with my name and I’m both invested in her winning and annoyed she didn’t ask to use my name. ANGHARAD™️

GN

I really hoped that 2026 would be less of a little bitch.

Something tells me my zombie game was designed by men. These are the typical women…

I wondered how the fluff was getting up there.

Just took the plaster off my arm to check the 4 day old Air fryer burn. Question: will I need a skin graft from my ass?

Went on a history tour of my village (from a pamphlet) and this old post medieval store was on it. Don’t give me an old barred window and not expect me to look in. Well that taught me.

Luna Vs the orange tree…

If your day didn’t start using ninja level stealth and a silicon spoon to try and collect your cat’s wee… then what are you even doing.

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