I am not a hippy. I’m not a crusty. I’m not a gypsy. I work for a living. I pay my taxes and I am a responsible citizen. I believe in recycling. I do not litter. But I want a simple life and so with my husband I’m moving into a van. Maybe we will hate it. Or maybe this is the beginning of a new life.

In search of another life

"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..."

Jack Kerouac

Friday, 4 June 2010

People React in Different Ways

We have not made any progress on finding a new van, mainly because we have not looked at all. But I did meet a man who lives in another van-our neighbour if you like-and he said that putting in power steering is not too difficult. It only took him three and a half days to do himself. Not being a mechanic, I don’t like the sound of that and I’m not letting the Reg near it but it is definitely something to consider.

I got my hair cut yesterday. I’ve known my hairdresser for about five years but I only see her sporadically. She is absolutely lovely but when I told her that I live in a van she went all high pitched. The tilt in her head said it all. She was thinking: I like you and I want to continue to like so we are not going to discuss the fact that you live in a van. She asked a couple of polite questions and that was that. Our friend came round yesterday evening and was full of praise. On his way out the door he gave me a big hug and said “Well done. Well done!”

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