Doesn't it sometimes feel like we're barrelling toward a dystopian hellscape? A feeling of despondence and malaise and woe all about us?

I for one am dealing with it by completely ignoring it, living as sustainably as possible for an urban city mouse. I've been reading more, watching more great film and TV and caring a little less about work every day (hence me being on here in the middle of a big ol spreadsheet). I've also been spending more time outside hiking and camping and playing sport (I'm at that age where everything hurts and I don't know what's wrong).

I've been lucky enough to make so many wonderful friends on here, but that was a while ago and I'd love to make more. I'm the least judgemental person in the world and I love a good yarn, friendly banter and amicable rambles.

If any of this sounds interesting to you, please, let me brew us a cuppa, take a seat on this comfy (totally not imaginary) chair and let's swap stories. Or make our own.

Thank you! Cheers!