Hello! My kids call me mum but you can call me Crayon. Every few months I pop over to Amsterdam for the day, visit Damkring (or one of my other favourite coffee shops) tuck 15 gms of weed down the front of my drawers (that's 'underwear' to you non brits) and pop back home again. While I'm not thrilled with this undignified process, 'needs must' cos I'm not exactly spoilt for choose my end. Next summer I'm planning on growing a little something in the garden. I do have a south facing conservatory which would be perfect, and I would get away with it too if it weren't for those meddling kids (scooby doo reference). Please excuse this essay, I'm just so happy to be here Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum