It's a very fulfilling job. I was a baker's assistant in my late teens. I remember it fondly, I don't think I ever had a bad night at work. It's so physical and tactile, the labour and the environment and the output, all so very very solid and real and complete. I like that. I imagine you'd understand.

I've had to increase my seroquel dosage again since I left the farm. I feel a bit Salad Fingers but I'm not dangerous. That's something. Though I'm slightly disturbed by how dependent on my computer I've become.