Live for books, read and work is what I do. A tad mad with clean house. Can’t bake, make good soup. A Lass from up North, I made my way here, to the calm North York Moors where I met my man chum. Grow veg, keeps hens have cat, grew babe in my tum who keeps me busy at three, four and five till dawn, mad cow grew num two too. Diet and walk, swim and talk. Drive my Ford through the hills, see sheep from the farm and hear the gulls fly at sea.