Monday, July 17, 2006

In the balance...

You can't escape it; well I certainly can't. Every way I turn the delicate balance of life comes into play.



Describe it as you will. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Every cloud has a silver lining. A great night out is invariably followed by a less than great waking up (although the milk thistle helps). I can handle a good few beers compared to many, but that means carrying around this less than lightweight frame. My car is a decent one (although certainly nothing flash), but I pay the price of having little scrotes vandalise it from time to time. Like most people, I like to complain about a bad day at work but I get a reasonable salary in return.

I suppose the point I'm trying to get to, is that having managed to find myself a lovely bungalow on the outskirts of town which is only a block away from miles of open fields, I shouldn't be at all surprised to walk out into the garden on one of the hottest evenings of the year to be met with the delightful aroma of animal shit.

And yes, it was coming from outside...

3 comments:

Em said...

Ahh the aroma of fried bread crumbs every morning. Must be that fish finger farm down the road.

Cherrypie said...

Exactly, Em. He chooses to live in cod country, what else does he expect? He could always spray his garden with 'Refresh' or whatever products they are making these days.

Seany said...

Breadcrumbs - takes me back to my Great Coates days. Although the mention of fish finger farming has given me a great idea for the greenhouse.

I blame the folks for my living in (or never too far from) "cod country" rather than my real home of Devon. Although it's not their fault that I stayed here I guess...