House, finances, red tape, ..even the allotment...it's getting all political there too, with people walking round clutching clipboards.. tut tutting at certain plots. The ones that are run by the retired blokes who spend all their time up there, some sipping their home made whatever, are all preened and clipped while those plots that belong to folk who work or have other duties in life are more, er...normal. And the kid from hell who lives next door is on fine form, too. Rude as rude can be. Arghhhh.
Wonder if I can find us a nice little place away from all this hassle? Nothing too big, just enough land to grow fruit and veg...maybe put the odd rescue hen or twelve on:O) Yes...in my dreams me thinks:O(