to hate living in the country?

[Hullygully]

IT'S SO BORING I HATE IT I HATE IT

Our broadband is so slow that we are stuck with BT, no other fucker will supply, not even Sky. :(

And I live within a short walk of the sodding exchange, I can almost see it from the house. It's so close that 2 cans and a ball of string would do.

DH would like to live somewhere 'rural'

trouble is in Canada 'rural' means 'middle of fucking nowhere and snowed in for 3 months a year unless you have a tractor'.

think i'll stick to outskirts of city, thanks

I love it! My nearest human neighbours are half a mile away. Ok Sheep are a bit noisy at lambing time. Errrr. I look out at my horses in the field, collect eggs from my chickens every morning, walk the dogs around quiet lanes. Have just loaded up the roaring log fire, dinner is in the Aga.

Admittedly I love London and NY but am more than happy to come home.

broadband... don't make me laugh...
we've had the bt engineers here recently trying to sort it out because we can't have internet and make a phone call at the same...
I told them that was commonly called dial up, but no, they insist it's broadband and charge a small fortune for speeds of up to 118kb a sec
one day we might actually be able to stream something from the internet, bt t won't be any year soon

I have the best of both worlds. Our village is 4 miles from the nearest market town, 5 miles from a large town and within half an hour of two of England's largest cities.

I love life in the country. OK we can't get ethnic food from all around the world delivered to our door but we do have: clean, fresh air, good schools, beautiful views, no need to get in the car if we want to walk through fields, friendly locals, fantastic farm shops, free range meat, a reasonable public transport system (hourly trains and half hourly buses, which is reasonable in my book), and easy access to a motorway (3 miles).

do people not think we have log fires in the city?

oh sorry...you probably cant in london, can you?? is it a smoke free zone?

I think to enjoy life in the country you have to:

• borrow a horse and start hunting or at least go to the meet (cherry brandy and sausage rolls!)
• get a dog, so you get out of the house, and will meet other dog-people
• get chickens, join a chicken keepers club
• join the local WI
• or start your own rival WI (that's what a friend of mine did! started a "not the WI-WI" branch for people who did not fit the mould)
• Join the women's dart club in the local social club
• start a bitchy bookclub
• start an affair with a handsome farmhand
• get of MN
• take tractor driving classes
• go to local parish meetings (tea and cakes)
• join the church and offer to do the flowers, then "take over" by adding new varieties, and putting the vases in slightly different places. Watch the mayhem unfold.

lots of options! Also, you say you are a freak, but real country side fold love freaks and characters.

Sold the horse.
Got the dog, do my utmost to walk fast in opposite direction to others.
Read too many threads on here to fall for chicken keeping, plus I like my eggs shit free.
Have you seen the WIers round here?
Start rival, see above.
Bookclub. It's Take a Break country round here.
Handsome farmhand - they don't exist, owing to centuries of inbreeding.
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Why?
I'd have to talk to people.
I'd burn probably.

Go hunting - the unspeakable in pursuit of the inedible

Church flowers - just...no.

Would you combust spontaneously, Hully? I'm quite sure I would.

was invited to a baptism just the other day and warned friend i might burst into flames a soon as i set foot in the church

she laughed...a bit

Cote - I'd be careful if I were you - sounds like your DH wants you to move to Kent, which, if you're in Brighton as I'm guessing (?) should be a Leave the Bastard moment. Or, thinking about it (grammar schools innit), Bucks perhaps? Or even Surrey?????

ROFL at 'the unspeakable in pursuit of the inedible'.

Grammar schools = Lincolnshire. Be careful. Be very, very careful.

Well I have a dog and chickens but can't be arsed with any of that other stuff. All sounds a bit tedious.

no original sadly, sus

Oscar Wilde, innit?

yes, but I would have said it if I'd been born first

I have chickens.

The cockerel comes out of his run every morning, tries to attack me, knocks a hen to the floor for nuptials then stuffs his face with blackberries off the hedge.

Its not quite the idylic scene most people imagine when they see the words 'Free Range in the supermarket.

Its grim in the country.

I would've written The Happy Prince if Oscar hadn't beaten me to it.

I did actually write a Photo of Doreen Gray, but someone said Oscar had done that first as well.

Bastard

He gets my gander going that's for sure! Ballard of Reading Gaol? Mine!!

Of course you would Hully. Thieving bastard that he was.

When I go up That London I'm going to kick his statue