On my way to work there's this shop where you can buy all sorts of garden equipent, y'know, hedge trimmers, rakes, lawnmowers, everything. Now RIGHT next to this shop, as in like not even 2 meters away from it stands this tall house, with a rather clean looking exterior, with the garden being an exception. It's been completely neglected for what must have been years at this point, grass taller than most Europeans, weeds all over the place, ferns going wild.
This may not sound like much to you, but seeing this every day makes me incredibly happy. God I love irony.
Irony is a great source of humor for me as a writer. It's one of the parts of figurative language that I love using so much. When things are so hilariously contrasted with another, it's hard not to write it down.