Rural Life

I was in the car listening to a radio programme today. A survey had been done asking people if they loved where they lived or accepted where they lived or indeed maybe hated where they lived.
The survey had to conclude that people living in rural areas (within survey plus or minus kind of stuff etc) loved where they lived. Whereas there was much more ambivalence and even downright hatred of where they lived from the urban thrall. So I drove back from a slightly depressing meeting with my accountant, into a sunlit Indian Summer evening of Leechpuddlian beauty and tranquility. Drove into my drive. Parked my car in the spot next to the sign marked CEO. Closed the gate. Fed my chickens. Watered the tomato plants. Mowed the front lawn. Checked the rat-traps. Brewed a pot of tea and generally thought myself pretty much King of Leechpool!!  
Not good that daughter and grandkids so far away. But you can't have everything. Every morning at the gym I hear about people's grandkids.....dropping them off to school....doing stuff with them etc etc..but hey!! That's Life. That's What all the People Say!!!