Author Archives: Tess French

Tomorrow marks five years since me and Albee moved out of our centrally heated semi in town and moved to a rainy, windy field. It was a day much like today. Crappy. Cold. What better way to mark the occasion than to release my new book, telling the story of what a huge mistake itContinue reading “The Little Book of Calm”

For a long time, every penny that came in, went out to pay for planning permission stuff. Management plans, fees, you name it, it cost dollars. Now that’s all over, my overdraft has been paying itself off, and I’ve been able to save a bit. Lo and behold, suddenly I’m getting emails from Experian.com sayingContinue reading “Home Time”

So how do we fix this split in the country? Brexit began the schism. There have always been divisions. The old Tory/Labour, Left/Right divisions. The class divisions. But now, the groups that should be together are turning on each other. Black Lives Matter. That did, within a day, turn into an argument. All lives matter.Continue reading “Left to Rot”

Every year, without fail, for as long as I can remember, my mum has planted too many tomatoes. Everyone she sees get asked the same thing. Do you need any tomatoes? I got loads of tomatoes. I planted way too much. Go on, take some tomatoes…. Nip over there for tea one night and you’llContinue reading “A Glut in The Garden of Eden”

As I write this, Jeremy Corbyn’s crowdfunder is up to a quarter of a million quid. This is quite an incredible thing. It’s pretty heart-warming to see so many people willing to put their money where their mouth is and do what they can to help a guy in his time of need, when heContinue reading “Please Live Generously”

When the Brexit referendum happened, I was living in a caravan on a windy hillside. I took no notice of the news and hadn’t for ages. I had been trying to ignore the world, politics and society in general, and not take any notice. I didn’t know what they were asking. I was born inContinue reading “That’ll Teach You to Ask Questions…”

Well would you look at that. A roundhouse for sale, and everyone shared it because roundhouses are cool. Look at the price tag. Half a million quid? Are you having a laugh? Ok, so I look closer, and it’s evident that there is also 80 acres of land included in this sale, mixed species semi-naturalContinue reading “The Millionaire’s Roundhouse”

When is a mask not a mask? When it’s a means of oppression. At least, that’s what some would have you think. If you were four years old and you kept running into the road, and your mum said, stop dearie, that’s dangerous, you could be run over, or cause an accident where others couldContinue reading “The Masqued Ball(sh*t)”

When I was nine, I wrote a book. Well, I tried to write a book. It was called The Night Hare and was about some kids and this random hare that fell into a toybox (which I still have) and met Superman, ET, etc (showing my age now…). It was pretty shit, and I neverContinue reading “Write On”

Did you hear anyone during the election proudly declaring that they were voting Conservative? I didn’t. The Labour voters were swinging their colours from the mast and making themselves obvious from the moment the election was announced. Here in West Wales, where the Conservatives had only had very narrow majorities in the previous election, itContinue reading “Poor Tory Pembrokeshire”