I can hardly believe it but it’s almost a year since we moved here to the mountains.
At first the nippers didn’t like it much – there was too much grass, trees and fresh air and not enough hustle and bustle and they missed the old house, I guess because they’d never lived anywhere else.
But on the way home from school today Six said, “Dad, I really like living here.”
“Good,” I said, “It is nice living in the country.”
“Yes”, said Six, “there is always fresh air and lots of room and many, many trees.”
“And the people are mostly nice.”
“Yes Dad, and there are never any roadworks.”
I frowned. “But there are roadworks everywhere. Every morning there’s a bloke leaning on a revolving stop sign somewhere or other, and sometimes there are several of them.”
“Daaaad,” said Six, “I was being sarcastic!”