warskeptic

I've spent 8 hours gardening and landscaping this weekend. Boring? For you maybe but for me it's really fulfilling to see my first own home transform into an emotionally nourishing place. Every aching muscle in my body (and there are plenty) is like a proud war wound.

But yes - because t's boring to read about I won't write any more about that.

One odd thing is that I seem to be surrounded by Christians. Two different neighbours of mine love to have their windows wide open while Jesus-loving music and speeches pour out loudly from their TV or soundsystem. They also refuse to recycle (apparently because many Christians can't wait for the world to end, so can see recylcing as pointless). However they can also be incredibly nice - for example the chap above me decided to move his bed to the smaller room at the other end of his maisonette, just because his squeaking floorboards above my bedroom were frustrating me at night (I'm a hardcore atheist, but I assume a Christian is more likely to do a 'love thy neighbour' gesture like that than an atheist, yeah?)

Ramble over. I feel a bit euphoric right now and, like someone on cocaine, I'm sure it's much more exciting for me than it is for anyone listening.