Don't think about Elephants

If I ever had the chance to buy an allotment, I would.

Whenever the city’s noise and tension became too much to handle, I could take a train to my little garden plot, bring some instruments and booze, and have a good or bad time; without anybody getting on my nerves.

It could be the perfect place to make some music or remind myself that the world is not filled with neurotic city people and their neurotic expectations and annoyances.