Happily ever alone

Growing up as a little blonde curly-haired, blue-eyed, innocent girl I surrounded myself with birds, animals and mud rather than humans. I would spend hours in my imagination rather than reality. As I basked in the energy of my make-believe life, I would sometimes place mud patties and bush salad-greens out on an old tree stump to my handsome husband (dog) and my two-and-a-half (rock) children. Other times I would be here to protect Earth from alien invaders (the ‘townies’ from the nearby motor camp) with my stick gun and stone grenades.

Fast forward 30 years and nothing much has changed in my