Last time I spoke to you at 8 am, it was dark as a witches’ cauldron. Now this:
Just in from my morning walk and met up with the little band of deer that spend a lot of time in my big horse paddock.
Last time I spoke to you at 8 am, it was dark as a witches’ cauldron. Now this:
Just in from my morning walk and met up with the little band of deer that spend a lot of time in my big horse paddock.
My Instagram life being less that prolific so far, I never had very high expectations for it, but lately I’ve been bombarded with new followers. Not the kind that click ❤️ on my wonderful photos, or even better, leave a comment to engage in conversation, but more along the lines of “Click here to instamagically buy 5000 new followers”, “Join the people of light to become rich today” and that sort of thing. (and some that apparently sponsor perfumes and stuff, I have no idea what the hey that’s all about) They also don’t stick around for more than a minute, as one can discern from my utterly stagnant total.
When things go wrong because you think too much…
Continue reading “Sitting on a project for too long”
ââ¦everyone but an idiot knows that the lower classes must be kept poor, or they will never be industrious.â âArthur Young; 1771
Source: The Invention of Capitalism: How a Self-Sufficient Peasantry was Whipped Into Industrial Wage Slaves
A couple of kind souls reached out to me after my last post to assure me that I shouldn’t be ashamed of my looks or my age, when I said that I don’t do selfies. And it’s so nice to receive this kind of support!
But confidence isn’t the reason actually.