This may sound a bit crazed, and to the outsider it is. However, the Lister Demon reared his head again tonight. I assure you dear reader, that this is a true story.
As I was going out this evening, to take Mrs Thing to the local out of town local mega-grocer, she brought my attention to the fact that there were a fair few Pink-footed Geese flying over the house. Good ear! Top stuff I thought, and I’m on the front step of the house, so I now have them on the Garden List. Kerching!
“Non-kerching matey!!” said the Lister Demon – the Garden List is running from the BACK GARDEN you fool! Since when have you been ticking birds in the front garden? Eh? Did you stare at the early autumn sky looking for raptors in the FRONT garden? Did you? NO! Do you sift through Tit flocks in the FRONT garden looking for rarities? No you don’t!!! These birds ARE NOT on the garden list – but by the devil they could be, couldn’t they? Couldn’t they? Well? What are you waiting for?
voices in my head thoughts toook a millisecond to process, followed by a barked message to Mrs Thing and all of a sudden I was tearing through the house to get into the back garden so that I could have these Geese on the real garden list. Which I duly did, while a Tawny Owl sent mating calls out in the trees. Which was pretty cool in itself. It was then that I realised that my actions were on the verge of being some kind of lunatic obsessive person, and wondered what the hell I was doing. And had no answer, or the inclination to probe deeper. I have to admit it. A part of me is controlled by my lists of birds. Listers Anonymous anyone?
And I hadn’t taken my boots off either. Nevermind, better go and get some eggs then.