Things I have learned this long, hot weekend house-sitting with the boys ...
:: Some people are just kind for the sake of it
:: Trust is a weighty honour
:: Buff Orpingtons are very pretty
:: But also very stupid and very, very funny
:: I want chickens
:: Buff Orpingtons (naturally)
:: Given space we get along a lot better as a family
:: Given a big kitchen I think I would be a very happy cook
:: My children have a great capacity to learn new things and be very good at it
:: Dogophobia is curable. Indeed, it may even transmute into dogophilia
:: I think I just made those words up
:: I thought I wanted a farm, but I was wrong. I really, really, really, REALLY NEED a farm.
:: People dehumanise themselves when they live in towns. We were not meant to have TV, we were meant to work the land a feed chickens.
:: And play 'fetch'
:: Dogs eventually hide balls if they are all fetched out
:: Peace and quiet soothes my soul
:: My children believe me now when I moan about our teeny tiny house
:: They've realised what the Good Life is.
:: Toys are distractions for people with no space to roam around in or work to do
:: I want a walk-in pantry
:: In the farm of my dreams
:: I could happily spend an entire evening watering plants and fussing over seedlings
:: You should never forget to pack deodrant
:: You should never neglect to put sunblock on
:: You never know what's around the corner in life. Last weekend I was moaning about the none-stop rain in my ghetto mid-terrace, and this weekend I was sitting miles from anyone, with land to roam in a heatwave.
:: Tractors are the best type of traffic to have
:: If you sit underneath an apple tree as the sun sets and close your eyes you can hear an insect motorway.
:: You could take a picture every second of every sunset every day and it would still never get old
And now back to earth with a bump. Back home. Back to reality. It was good while it lasted.
