THE ‘SOOTIE SHACK’

As I was saying we have moved into my own cottage. Yep, it is very small- but then Fart and I do not need a lot of space. He was telling me last evening, that he is used to small places and feels more comfortable in them. He told me that with his experience of living in big and small places, small places give him more energy. He lived in a cave in Cape Town for two years. He hitch hiked all over Southern Africa, living in the bush. He has had the odd bachelor pad; in Wales he lived in a caravan, in the Isle of Wight he and my great auntie Mari lived in a caravan – with my lovely auntie Siwan. In Kirdford he lived in a caravan when he was working on a stud farm. (Good old Fart the STUD - where IS John Travolta?) In Peacehaven he lived in a beach hut for eighteen months. In the Orkney Isles he and my great auntie Mari shared a barn with chickens, sheep and cows, when they worked on a farm. He and my great auntie Mari lived in a van in London and he has lived on boats as well. So I should imagine he does know what he is talking about. My ‘Sootie Shack’ is a prefab building and it is so cute. You can see the photo off to the right. It is so homely. We live on a hillside, next to a forest, sourrounded by farmsfields and ‘cud chewers’. At night we can hear the owls and the silly jack asses in the forest. I can see Mvoleni mountain and the Drakensberg from just about everywhere in the cottage. We do not call it a prefab, we call it prefab..u..lous. I mean it was fabulous but now it is a very fabulous prefab – cause I live in it. That reminds med 'Fart I have had no ... I said no... tgrout for at least two weeks!' 'Wake up you Silly little hum...man.' Ohhh the power. I think I'll go and meditate.