I’m not very good at Outside sometimes. It’s not an admission I’m proud of; it’s just a fact.
I mean, I like the idea of Outside, I have even enjoyed Outside in the past. I like sunshine and I love fresh air. But there is one big problem I have with Outside. It’s the wildlife. The ants, and the wasps, the midges and the frickin great seagulls. I know they are all God’s creatures, and they all have their place in the foodchain. And yet, I can’t reconcile myself to the reality. The great pooping, itchy, creepy-crawly reality.
But it looks like I might have to get used to it.