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          I got home feeling really quite tired and crabbit. I usually get home from the Samye Ling feeling like that for some reason. So the tired, crabbit thoughts are there when I sit down for a meditate and almost immediately I'm into the most wonderful bliss. You can't buy something like that. I have tried.

          I checked my reports on the Kindle thing and the books sales, which collapsed completely when I went off-line at the New Year, have still not picked up. The books are not selling at all. A couple of weeks ago I reduced the prices of the eight books which hadn't been published in the traditional way and it's made no difference. So far I've made about eighty quid off Kindle, but I guess that's about it. I'm glad those books are available somewhere, but I guess I should just forget about the Kindle thing. Any financial reasons I had for hoping publishing there might be successful have disappeared anyway. When I can be bothered, I'll probably put the prices back where they were, at about two quid instead of seventy seven pence.

          I have been giving the occasional thought to what I want to write about with the traffic warden book, but a big part of me can't find a reason for bothering, not when I'm spending three days going to the Samye Ling. Mnnn .... I might start tomorrow just to keep my eye in!

          I went up to check out the allotment when I finished the wonderful meditation. I was very pleased with the cabbage patch. Whatever was eating them seems to has stopped. In fact, the allotment looks fine. I checked the hole when I put the two wee ratty things and they were gone. At least, there were no bodies. Hopefully, the parents showed up and removed them to a safer place.