It's quite hard to love some creatures when they destroy our gardens. I don't have a lot of trouble except with snails and slugs. But here's a thing, - I went out yesterday evening and when I came home and put the lights on, there was a great big fat slug sitting in the middle of the living room carpet.
How on earth did it get there?
Things most have now that we didn’t have
Support and friendship for those whose lives have been affected by estrangement.
I am thinking of switching my bank. Anyone done it?

