We are a family of four:
– Two adults (Mr and Mrs Green)
– An eight-going-on-sixteen year old child (Little Miss Green)
– An sixteen-going-on-eight year old cat (Cattus Green)
We live in semi-rural Gloucestershire with an assortment of visiting chickens, sheep and horses.
Edited Dec 09: Our beloved Cattus Green died this year from ‘old age’. Her internal organs started to fail, so we had her put to sleep on 25th September.
I’m a thirty something woman who loves writing, making messes in the kitchen, reading labels on food packets and getting irate when people take a plastic carrier bag for one loaf of bread in the supermarket.
I love creating meals from nothing, staring into the flames of the fire, listening to music, thinking, dreaming, watching the sunrise, and turning up the music until the windows rattle to dance around the house. I enjoy sweeping the floors and a nice clean bathroom. Hmmmm.
I’m always in six minds about everything and according to Mr Green, even when I’m wrong I’m right. When asked to describe me in three words Mr.Green offered: eccentric, enigmatic and completely unreliable. Ho hum.
Mr Green, drives me insane with his love of stuff. I’m trying to minimalise; while he loves nothing better than scouring through charity shops and coming home with new finds. When I create a space on a shelf he asks me what I am going to fill it with. He has more clothes and shoes than me and enough wood to build an ark.
He has an extraordinarily annoying habit of his ‘one day’ stuff actually coming in useful. He has built a conservatory, put in a shower, and installed radiators from his ‘it might come in useful one day’ hoard.
However, he is incredibly handsome, has a voice to die for, is a good listener, is creative, passionate, dynamic and practical. All in all he’s a bit of a Robinson Crusoe and a bit of a catch; even if I say so myself.
Little Miss Green
Little Miss Green is home educated. She is very creative and never uses any object for its intended use for long. Storage boxes rapidly become elaborate dens, houses or boats, pencils are rabbit food, curtains are the sea, her bed is for swinging from and her mattress is a trampoline.
She loves reading, writing stories and can usually be found creating a work of art somewhere; often on her bedroom wall. One day she is going to write a book and sell it for a million pounds (on the days that she is not being a vet, running her shop or being a farmer’s wife with five children). Her farm is going to be large enough so we can move in and look after her children while she looks after the animals.
She is a natural Buddhist. I can’t garden with her because every creature has to be saved, made a bed for and reunited with its mother, so it takes about 3 hours to dig a square inch; and she has an attachment to none of her possessions. When she is done with them, she gives them away – horrah!
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