Milims wrote:See - its just a matter of perspective. I'm still skint - but have a much nicer bloke with the same skint tastes as I have and the robin sings in the dog rose bush in my garden, I make rosehip syrup with the hips and feel really rich!!
I'm completely with you. The OH and I went in to Aberdeen a few months back as we needed something we couldn't get out here (I don't remember what).
We were left completely bemused by thousands of people milling about, mobile phones and iPods glue to their head, hands full of plastic shopping bags with stuff most would use only once or twice, people clutching briefcases, computer bags and urban rucksacks, and all rushing, rushing, rushing.
We thought this bad enough when we lived in cities ourselves, but once you've been away from the hyperactive consumer culture that prevails in bigger towns and cities for some years it becomes even more weird and alien.
That's also one of the reasons we still have a TV - an occasional glimpse through the looking glass is enough to to remind us and the boys why we fled suburban and urban life for good.
As for me at the moment, the Wee 'Un is bashing a home-made drum, the window is open behind me so the sun can shine in, and about 20 sparrows are scolding me because they want me to feed the pigs and chickens so they can scavenge away. There's no traffic noise and just the rustling of leaves in the wind.
And I've now finished by green tea and oatmeal biscuits so I'd better get back to "work" - if you can call it that.
