A Plus- Or Is It A Minus?

[poliphilo]

Something we don't get at my mother's: People telling one another to "fuck off" in the street in the middle of the night.

Because there isn't a street.

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[arabella-two.livejournal.com]

I have no idea how I found you...I vaguely remember many years ago having an account here and we had a mutual friend. But who that was (and who I was) is a mystery to me now!

I lived in the Chilterns and loved watching the red kites, and barn owls would glide past my bedroom window and there was a family of tawny owls who, every year, would parade their new family on the chimney stacks viewable from the attic room and hoot to each other throughout the night.

I miss it, although I very much felt I was living in the middle of a 1930s novel.... Up here, further north than my old home, I seem to have landed at a halfway house. I can see fields and people walk past (once I even called the police in the middle of the night!), but it's neither one thing nor another, and is somewhat soulless to me as a result.

I rather envy you, you know...I look after my mother, here in this small house in this small town. I'd quite like to be able to drive the length of the country every now and again to get away. But that's the rose-coloured glasses!! The reality can't be particularly enjoyable.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

It sometimes crosses my mind that I'm living in an Agatha Christie novel (only without the murders). This place is very St Mary Mead.

I'd rather be back in Oldham. I miss the neighbours. Here the nearest human beings are a field away.