Hagrid

The calming, tranquil nature of my new gardening job fills me with relish. Sowing my seeds, and cutting my weeds, it's really like life is worth living to me. Pure.. complete.. Relish.

I used to be a manual labourer, up on my ladder and stuff. Now I've settled down for the quiet life. Life really is worth living.

While some people might see gardening as a schizophrenics hobby, I for one have been wearing my mind altering flatcap for so long that I may as well be a cider drinking, suspended wearing joville schizo. Which I am, makes sense.

I'd like to hear your stories about gardening, and how it compares to the working lads job of manual labour. I'm actually studying for my undergraduates freshman degree on social studies, so I hope to leave this gardening addiction behind.

I should really post a warning. This post could induce a manic episode for anyone suffering from bipolar disorder, or schizophrenia.

Off to take some prozac, well.. Maybe not, might get hypomanic about gardening again.