Embarrassing Moments in Rural Life

… such as when you realise that the perfectly nice chap (and his perfectly nice wife) that you’re sitting opposite at the village Burns Night supper is not only one of the people whom you have been randomly bombarding with emails in an attempt to get some sort of answer to the question of whether Bigtown’s cycle paths are ever going to be gritted in your lifetime – but also the tarmac fairy’s boss. It was in retrospect fortunate for both of us that I had uploaded my entire collection of badly mended pothole photos off my camera only that day and so couldn’t spend the entire evening going through them with him in detail (I gather from some of the pleasantries he was fending off from passing locals that he gets plenty of full and frank feedback on the subject as it is). I suppose it says something about the area that the road on which the pothole mending high heidyin lives is as badly mended as any other. We wouldn’t want to play favourites, now would we?

In other news, the latest excitement is that Zumba classes are starting up in the village hall. ‘It burns 800 calories an hour,’ someone mentioned excitedly. Which, given that any and all village activities are punctuated by a compulsory tea break complete with home baking, means it probably works out as calorie neutral in the end.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I just need to go and work out how many miles of cycling (or Zumba classes) I need to do to work off the huge mounds of haggis, neeps and tatties we were served last night…


One Response to Embarrassing Moments in Rural Life

  1. John Gibson says:

    Zumba classes, I just had a look at one on youtube, it wore me out just watching it. I’m hungry now with your talk about haggis, neeps and tatties.

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