Where I Live

So, I've been reading (amongst other things) books by Bill Bryson who like does these travelogue type books describing the places he's been, but not in a typical travel book kind of style, more like in a twisted comedian kind of style.

He'll say things like he's always polite in restaurants just so that the waitress doesn't spit in his food. With that in mind I won't tell you exactly where I live just in case the druggies on the next estate get offended and spray paint offensive things on the garage or something. So, it's a nice little place we live in, and the druggie estate isn't so bad if you like girls that think that it's the epitome of fashion to dress like Britney Spears (on an off year) or guys in the style of Eminem if he was fond of doing wheelies on mountain bikes down the main road.

'Round here it's newer and a bit nicer; the houses have only been up about 11 years and our garage has only fallen down once (which the builders very kindly repaired - hurrah!). We finally have a neighbour who is capable of mowing their lawn, so that saves us having to mow 2, like what we did for the previous 10 years (has it really been that long?).

My darling wife doesn't like the manhole covers in the middle of the front garden path and has been nagging me to get someone to redo the path and disguise the manhole covers for the past few years but it just doesn't seem worth £1,100 to me! Anyways, even if we didn't get it done she'd find something else to nag about so at least holding out keeps the nagging predictable. If it was up to me the money'd be better spent.. umm, can't think of anything better; now there's a funny thing!

Perhaps it's time for bed.