Mackers

I hate everything about retail shopping.

I'm having a spell of joy and happiness. It seems to happen every autumn. The seasons dictate my psychology.

And if you're my cyber-stalking neighbour, (IP: ......) say hello.

Country pursuits means flesh guns and lots of bumming. Leave the foxes and wabbits alone.

Getting more confident doing bits and bobs to my tratter

Soon to be rattling, deaf and forearm-nerve-damaged for the love of dogs.

Landy lover of the fluffy kind (mudless tarmac numpty)