Better begin by saying Happy Independence Day to the Americans...it isn't a part of history I know much about actually, though I expect you were pleased to gain it. Independence, I mean. We were, though the country has gone to pot recently like most of Europe has.

Shopping this morning...nothing much happened mind you. The lad in charge of the potted plants and such like, had put all the Cheese plants outdoors and they had nasty brown wind scorch on their leaves...I didn't tell him they needed to be indoors out of the draught...will wait until one is on it's last legs and then ask if I can have it for nothing. They perk up once they're treated properly.

I bought a glossy magazine which is stuffed full of incredibly irritating photographs of stunning gardens and drop dead gorgeous homes...and one idea for making yourself a hideaway in the garden involved using an old Shepherds hut...all painted in Farrow and Ball paint which costs the earth and then some...the prices for the huts begin at £20,000...Annies cottage up the road is for sale at €30,000 so there is something amiss somewhere...

Some time ago I asked Jenny if she'd like me to send her that sort of magazine occasionally...it's not often I get one but thought she'd like to leaf through and dribble a bit. Poor Jenny said no thanks all the same...she just gets upset at not being able to do her house using the ideas she sees in the glossy mags. And I can see what she means 'cos I want a Shepherds hut now...painted in horribly expensive paint with an awning made from fabric costing £65 a metre...!

The gap between the haves and the havenots is getting wider you know...there am I over-joyed at finding a couple of tops in pure cotton at the car boot sale which cost me €2 for the two...the sort I really like with long baggy sleeves...very comfy and hide a multitude of sins around the tummy...and covering an old wooden chest with decoupage from a packet of cheap paper napkins...with some left-over for another project...and people are buying themselves Shepherds huts that are the price of an Irish cottage with land...

Most of the time it doesn't worry me in the slightest that we live on a low income...the bills are always paid and we don't owe anyone anything. We can afford to run the car and I can still save enough to have the occasional splurge on fabric...but I would like to be able to have a new roof on the cottage...I'd like to be able to fix the leaking roof in the kitchen as well...and I'd love to be able to afford to have someone put paving slabs down to make a sort of patio by the back door...do it properly with a decent base so they weren't all skew whiffy.

I think wanting so little is what makes my mind simply freeze up in horror at the very thought of having oodles of money...it'd be lovely to know I could buy a dozen Jelly-Rolls all in one go...or pay a proper plasterer to do all the walls in the cottage...that would be nice actually. And I'd enjoy picking out the books that are on Amazon that I put on my wish list until they come right down in price...it'd be grand to just buy them anyway so they'd arrive in a couple of days time instead of waiting for months...

But I'd not be interested in a fancy car...I have no need for a state of the art kitchen or a bath with gold taps...wouldn't mind one of those rolltop baths though. And there are so many relatives who would quite forget that they haven't even sent so much as a Christmas card in the last twenty years, who'd get wind somehow of our good fortune and beat a path to the door with their grubby little hands held out in hope.

And however do you choose who to donate to...a little child who needs life-saving surgery only available in America...a young man who needs those go faster legs because he lost his own in a bike crash...the local cats home...Marie struggles daily to feed the cats she's taken in, never mind neutering them and buying worming stuff and cat litter and so on.

It has nothing to do with me how others use the money they have...but just sometimes it rankles when a so-called celebrity spends vast amounts of cash on a wedding or a birthday party when a small portion of that would make such a huge difference to someone. Though I suppose they'd want to be praised and have photographs taken with the recipent and that would leave a nasty taste in the mouth...

So, I've decided long ago I'd not want lots of money...not all in a sudden heap...I'd panic and be frightened to spend it in case it wasn't real and I'd be soo pissed off if the dreaded Witches of East Anglia turned up all smiles and hugs that I'd probably let rip and bring on an asthma attack...