This guy. The Plumber Drummer has got some seriously good beats. Oh yeah I was dancing. Impossible to keep still woo! 💃

Dancing has helped my posture refine. Now I naturally lift my chest towards the sky. I stand tall. A few months ago I had a habit of tilting my neck towards the ground. Now I feel more lifted. CBD helps me connect with my muscles. For me there’s an alchemy between dance and CBD.

Welcome to a chilled out ASMR session with your host Carl the Catto. Nothing to see here except cleaning and yawning.

I am your God now. You must worship me. And feed me treats.

Um, yes Carl. Of course. May I just put the washing away first?

Meet Carl. He loves being outside. He has a special den area; cosy and sheltered from the rain. He’s got cushions, blankets, even a hammock to dream away his days in safety and comfort. If it wasn’t for the rustling of a treat packet, I don’t think he’d ever come inside.

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I don’t wear perfume but it’s fun to smell them sometimes. There’s a lovely selection of perfume bottles in the room where I’m staying. For once I found one I liked and gave a tentative spray. Turns out it’s a room spray but I’m going with it. 🙄🙃

On the M5 in Gloucester there’s a wonderful service station aka rest stop. I look forward to stopping there because it’s an eco inspired building with a farm shop. Quite different from the usual offerings of a typical service station. It even has a grass roof and pond. 😃

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Today is a good day. Today, after two months sabbatical far up north in a garage having her engine fixed, we’ll be reunited with our lovely blue car. A car we’ve had so many adventures in. A car who we thought was not going to get better. And today also means no more hire vans.🥳

It's Hard To Believe - Your Mum Getting Old

This woman has been with me my whole life. Growing up she looked after me with her whole heart. She protected me. Now I’m protecting her. Because she’s getting old. In her body. And mind. Things aren’t working as well anymore. It’s hard to believe - your mum getting old. It doesn’t seem possible. Time’s passing. Life moves on. I’m now a grown up. Yikes (I’m not really).

I’ve been staying with her this past week helping her make useful choices, positive choices. Giving her strength like she used to give me. At the top of the agenda has been decluttering her entire house because she has so. much. stuff. And I’ve been living in it. Everyday. It’s crazy. Chairs everywhere. So. many. chairs. How many chairs does one need in a house? Lots apparently. There’s not a single surface/floor space to put anything down. Everywhere is covered in trinkets, bowls, glasses, books, cushions, boxes, bags, stuff. It’s a process to accept you don’t need everything, everywhere. I find it overwhelming. My head spins with objects. If I put something down, like my phone, it’s like a Where’s Wally scene trying to find it again. When you’ve lived in conditions like this for so long, you get used to it and forget there’s a world out there where space exists. Never underestimate space I’ve told her in so many different ways. Never underestimate how free you’ll feel. How you’ll be able to breathe again. She’s finally realising this. I’m so glad.

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Sweet little catto. She lived outside on her own for so many years that even now, settled in a loving home, she can’t help but go out into the wildest of weathers (today there were gale force winds and driving rain) to sit under the flowers and take it all in.