What I’ll Miss

When I tell people I’m moving from London to go and live in the middle of nowhere, when they’ve finished telling me I’m mad, they ask me what I think I’ll miss.  At first it’s hard to think of anything (pigeons? Carbon monoxide?) but there are some things that have come to mind as we start preparing to move in earnest.

Privacy. In London, no-one can hear you scream. Or at least, if they do, they’ll pretend they haven’t. So you can do what you like and you will can be sure that nobody will openly notice. This includes blogging. As certain bloggers of my acquaintance have found out, there’s no such privacy in the country…

Popping out to the shop. As people keep telling me, we’ll have to be more organised. At the moment, we nip out for a pint of milk, or a loaf of bread, or an emergency tub of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream approximately three times a week. Where we’re going, the nearest shop is seven miles away. And with petrol currently at £1.10 a litre, that’s going to start proving expensive…

Which brings me to public transport. Yes, I did devote an entire blog to moaning about this, but the prospect of absolutely no public transport at all is daunting. Until a few months ago, I hadn’t driven for five years. No point, you see. And we had no car. And just when we are about to move to one-bus-a-week land, petrol prices move up into second mortgage territory. Moving to the country plays havoc with your carbon footprint.

Big Ben. It bongs. We can hear it from our bedroom. In a funny sort of way it’s rather comforting as it sounds out the hours. And the half hours. And the quarter hours, all through the night. It makes insomnia feel rather glamourous. And yes, I am referring to the bell, not the clock tower.

I’m sure there’s more, but that’s what comes to mind. And what I won’t miss? Well almost being brained by a dustcart as I was mentally composing this entry in my head, has got to be up there…

7 Responses to What I’ll Miss

  1. Flighty says:

    Well I think that I was the first to comment on Disgruntled Commuter and it looks like I’m the first to do so here!
    I say good for you for making this move. Being able to is one thing but actually doing so is a lot braver step to take.
    I’ve added you to the Lawn Loungers favourites list and look forward to entries here every bit as much as I did on the other one!
    Take care and have fun! xx

  2. Seven miles from a shop? Props, town mouse. I’ve not stayed that far from a shop, but my favourite place to stay in Scotland the wee village shop is only open during the day anyway so it’s not available to nip out too, but you get used to it really quickly.

    My favourite part of it though is the ability to clear your head anytime you want by just going out of your front door. (as long as you have a good umbrella!)

    Hope you love it, look forward to hearing about it.

  3. disgruntled says:

    Flighty – yes indeed, only I’d forgotten to switch comment moderation off so it’s only just appeared

    AMP – umbrellas are no good in the howling gales, though…

  4. yorksdevil says:

    Moving to the country may play havoc with one’s ‘carbon footprint’, but then again so does breathing out. I wouldn’t worry too much about it.

  5. disgruntled says:

    True. although I was breathing out anyway…

    Actually, all the exaggerated sighing one does while commuting must play havoc with one’s carbon footprint too…

  6. Dom says:

    Public transport isn’t really the problem (at least when it works), it’s all the people on it that are the problem. I bet you’re not going to miss them 🙂

  7. Well, you could always get a cagoule, but childhood traumas make me prefer not to suggest it.

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