After living in the country for almost twenty years I was forced by unfortunate circumstances to live in the suburbs.
The suburbs, where you can hear your next door neighbour snore, itch and fart, where the ritual of the lawn mower and brush cutter have taken the place of the birds singing in the trees and the once gentle fragrant breezes are replaced by the fossil fumes of automobiles racing each other down the white line of the freeways of hell. Continue Reading »