I thought that moving to the countryside would be a nice, peaceful change to life in London.
I thought I would have time for quiet reflection and work on my art.
I was wrong.
My horses have been loose and made their way to a farm a mile and a half away. My goat has had a ride in a police car. We have a Cockrel living with us, and no-one knows where he came from. Both him and the goat like to stand outside my window and make as much noise as possible. They tag-team. Goat during the day. Chicken all night. My dog wants to kill the neighbour’s dog because she keeps growling at him. I’m pretty sure there are satanic rituals going on in the dis-used Church and…oh for fuck sake…the goat is in the neighbours porch again…I better go and deal with that before he gets home from work.