When I was a younger mouse, so much younger than today, I didn't need much help from anyone, in any way.
I was fairly self-sufficient in my Devon life: growing vegetables, teaching myself ukulele, chopping logs for exercise and, rather than indulging in costly therapy or counselling, turning to a combination of books and beer to ease my burdens.
These days, now in London, possibly because I'm not so self-assured, I need an awful lot of help in life.
