If I’m not at the beach, I’m spending time in my soul garden, enjoying the peace and quiet the suburbs has to offer between nine to five when most hard-working folk are gainfully employed elsewhere. After clearing a patch of weeds and planting some colourful flowers I’ll sit back in my garden swing with a fresh cup of percolated coffee and peacefully rock backwards and forwards in the gentle breeze. This is my time. My time with no husband and kids. This is my special quiet time where I get to sit for ages and think of nothing.