This flickering light.

My neighbours might not be happy with me

Although, I wouldn’t know.

They haven’t really told me.

I have a woodpile in my driveway.

It’s unsightly.

I live in a place where people take a lot of pride in how their home looks.

Me?

Not so much.

I like my woodpile.

Slowly but surely, I’m working away, sorting pieces to stack and pieces to split.

I’m letting my wood cure, bark side down in the driveway.

It’s been there for two and a half months so far.

Several neighbours have commented: “You’ve got a lot of wood there eh?”

“Taking your time stacking it eh?”

My response is generally glowing. I love my woodpile.

I love seeing it, splitting it and moving it.

They may be chatting with each other about it.

Luckily, no one can complain to me directly.

Yes, they might not like how it looks.

And?

Not my problem.

I imagine - perhaps falsely - that people comment on each others yards on the social media group based in our neighbourhood. People in this area like to pay attention to what the others are paying attention to. They seem to like to offer ‘helpful’ adv…