The easiest way to stop people emanating ill-will at me is for me to wipe this blog. That way I will not be offending nor upsetting anyone with anything I write.

Yesterday I looked at some houses for sale near Carmarthen. My grandmother warned me about women from West Wales, “they court in bed…”, she said. Like my countryman Dylan Thomas I have a poetic temperament of sorts. I have a reckless side to me and do not consider things always from fearful conservative caution. I may have looked like a boring scientist but I have some chaos in me too.

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You could bang into Rhod Gilbert or Cerys Matthews out West…

I have had a reminder from WordPress about blog and domain name renewal. More cash needed. I also have to decide about patent renewal costs. These taken together pay for a delivery of logs of about 2000 litres volume. That is half a year’s wood. The rest we have cut ourselves.

There is a part of me that is thinking “clear the decks”. Make some space and see what comes in. If I don’t devote time here, there will be more hours in the week. I will not be clinging on to the blog. I can let it dissolve. Any emotions it may be generating will fade into the aether. Let it go, no more blog, no more vanity patent.

In time the space may become empty and calm, forgotten.

By making space we might have room to find out.

There is a small material uncertainty about whether my operation might go ahead as planned because of the shenanigans in the middle East. This is a year defining thing…

If I am upsetting people I do not want to add to the ire and the ill-will.

There is already enough…