Who knew chickens were so loud.

 So it's two years this week since we moved to the country. Now instead of sirens wailing and waking me up. There's chickens.

Yep you heard me, chickens. Oh and if the winds in the right direction, sometimes cows.

Oh don't get me wrong, I like chickens, the ones that live across the road are very cute. I know this as they have escaped into our garden a couple of times. Confused the dogs no end.

This got me thinking about our ability to adapt to our surroundings. When I was young I lived in a house on a main road going through the town, huge lorries would come hurtling past at all hours and they never disturbed me, because I was used to it.

Then I moved to the city, as I mentioned previously, sirens at all hours, police, fire, ambulance the lot. We lived just down from the prison. I used to get asked if I was worried, no, never even thought about it. There's a convenience to living on the outskirts of the city, buses every ten minutes into the centre, which when I first moved there was thriving. Now when I go, it isn't, it looks tired.

Now I'm in the countryside in a smallish village, we have two shops, one pub and a garage. The buses are every couple of hours and don't run late into the night. There is no taxi service, the closest supermarket is six miles away. Does it bother me? No, not in the slightest.

I don't like change, but at the same time I am adaptable, throw me a situation and I deal with it, but try not to get in my way. It's the same with the writing, if something doesn't work I adapt it, I still don't change the plan, as I know where it's going, but I will adapt it to make it better. I've just spent the last week going over the first six chapters of book two, which on initial read were rather boring, so I've pulled a few bits forward, ramped up the tension quite a bit and it works so much better, but the story itself hasn't changed. Obviously there are times when it has to change, then I make sure it changes for the better, as with everything else, change can be good. (Doesn't mean I have to like it at the time though).

Ah well enough rambling from me this week, the office assistants require feeding. They are very vocal about this.