Continuing with my rather 'interesting' fictional characters (I sent this to one of those specialist niche magazines in England and they emailed me back saying: "It's not our kind of thing.") that help to make the world go round. I give you the following creature: Mr and Mrs Self Sufficient.
You're middle aged and totally fed up living in suburbia, the rat race and having so called relatively ordinary things like: a corner shop (those were the days), pub, milkman, FRIENDS, libraries, kebab houses, DIY shops, restaurants, public transport ("here we go again"), newsagents who deliver your newspapers, football teams, footpaths, mains water and mains sewers, street lights, telephone boxes, green grocers ("grow your own"), off licences, JOBS....? Shall I go on?
You decide to take the plunge and buy or rent your very own little smallholding in the countryside. You think you've done the right thing moving to the sticks and hear yourself say:
"Wouldn't it be great to have goats and sheep and a Shetland pony and a cow and your own vegetables and brew your own wine and ale and...?"
You know that you have all the necessary knowledge to 'downsize'. After all you have read John Seymour's: New book of self sufficiency, The natural ways of farming: Masanobu Fukuoka (try saying that when you have had a few pint of home brew) and Enid Blyton's: Famous Five.
"Where's Timmy the dog?"
Well what more is there to know?
To be continued!