The Police just know who you are…. no escaping it We were working, trimming a hedge in the rain yesterday, Sunday. The passing police found this suspicious enough to spend an hour checking our identities, insurance and licences. They invited our customer to sit in the back of their car to make sure that we were not Rogue […]
Since I thought about blogging, since I actually found out how to blog and set up a blog, not much has changed in my life. One thing has changed. I started to write and started to realise that I wanted people to hear me. I wanted a voice. I went to Twitter and Facebook and […]
Sitting in the trailer, listening again to my husband in pain. Knowing there is nothing I can do. Hoping it will ease and he will sleep. Willing him to be better. Knowing that tomorrow is a different day and we will look forward.
This is a post I wrote a while ago about Gypsies congregating in public areas. How Gypsymen get their news. | A Gypsie’s wife’s life. We had a neighbour, not a Gypsy but placed on our site due to the housing shortage, who objected strongly to this practice and complained often. One night, a group […]
We live under surveillance cameras. Every part of the site is filmed. Our yards are filmed. If they care to, the police (and our Site Manager) can monitor the number of times I leave the trailer and cross the yard to visit my bathroom. This made me uneasy this morning for the following […]
First blog at the end of August, after an agony setting it up. Started reading other people’s blogs. Twitter: followed. Gained a few followers. Started to read links to articles about politics, immigration, homelessness and Gypsy campaigners. Started tweeting more, started following more, few more followers. Got retweeted and favourited. Gained a bit of confidence […]