I like to sweep. I sweep a lot. I get great satisfaction from a messy pathway, or verandah swept clean, a new start, a nice entrance way, a welcome that shows someone that you care about this piece of ground. Or something. Some people like to smoke, or take a valium. I, I like to sweep. My family don’t get the sweeping. Rob most definitely does not get the sweeping, and or the rate in which I go through millet brooms with my
obsession hobby. But that’s OK, I don’t understand what on earth could be appealing about playing computer games on your phone on the toilet for up to 30 minutes at a time. Different strokes and all that.