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The New Den - A Fox Moves Out!
12 years ago
Your top story tonight:
Time for an update. I'm sure LOADS of you are wondering where I've been lately. (Yeah, right). The story is: I've moved out, finally. I moved out to go to University when I was 18, spent three years soaking in the glory of living with the excruciating unbearability of OTHERS ("Why do you have a tail, anyway?" "Oh just this thing.") and then moved back in when I couldn't find a decent job straight out of Uni.
Thus began just over three years of living with the parents again. Something that was bearable, but now that I knew what independence was all about, I wanted to do it again. Apart from the horrible fact of paying bills and tax and rent and grown-up stuff. 2013 has been a good year to me - I got a full-time decent media job in January, re-learned to drive and forked out for a car and brought in enough cash to get me a cheap flat in a village in the middle of nowhere.
The village is called Chaddesley Corbett, in the wilderness of Worcestershire, and when it's like the land that time forgot. It's mentioned in the Domesday Book, a list of parishes published around 1086… and hasn't advanced at all in the last thousand years. Really. The population of the village is only 100 people more than back in 1880.
It's a different world entirely to the cut and thrust of Birmingham, but I love it. It has one road, three pubs and no streetlights. Two minor faults: The church bells ring every 15 minutes, and all through the night. Blissfully, it's currently absent as the bloke who winds up the clock every week forgot to do it this weekend. So the church is stuck on ten past two until further notice. Which is annoying because it's so close I'm able to use it as my living room clock. And number two - there is almost no 3G or mobile signal. So I've set up a landline and Internet port but neither at the moment is working. Which is why I'm stealing the Wi-Fi at work to post this up. If anybody is still on the outside, come and deliver my flat some Internet!
Anyway, the flat is lovely, the village is quintessentially quaint and I am mixing grown-up and childish in equal measure. As in, "I am going to the shop to buy a doughnut because I CAN." (Except the nearest shop is a petrol station and shuts at 9pm).
I'm still alive though, thanks for you pondering.
Love,
Equium auf der Adult
Thus began just over three years of living with the parents again. Something that was bearable, but now that I knew what independence was all about, I wanted to do it again. Apart from the horrible fact of paying bills and tax and rent and grown-up stuff. 2013 has been a good year to me - I got a full-time decent media job in January, re-learned to drive and forked out for a car and brought in enough cash to get me a cheap flat in a village in the middle of nowhere.
The village is called Chaddesley Corbett, in the wilderness of Worcestershire, and when it's like the land that time forgot. It's mentioned in the Domesday Book, a list of parishes published around 1086… and hasn't advanced at all in the last thousand years. Really. The population of the village is only 100 people more than back in 1880.
It's a different world entirely to the cut and thrust of Birmingham, but I love it. It has one road, three pubs and no streetlights. Two minor faults: The church bells ring every 15 minutes, and all through the night. Blissfully, it's currently absent as the bloke who winds up the clock every week forgot to do it this weekend. So the church is stuck on ten past two until further notice. Which is annoying because it's so close I'm able to use it as my living room clock. And number two - there is almost no 3G or mobile signal. So I've set up a landline and Internet port but neither at the moment is working. Which is why I'm stealing the Wi-Fi at work to post this up. If anybody is still on the outside, come and deliver my flat some Internet!
Anyway, the flat is lovely, the village is quintessentially quaint and I am mixing grown-up and childish in equal measure. As in, "I am going to the shop to buy a doughnut because I CAN." (Except the nearest shop is a petrol station and shuts at 9pm).
I'm still alive though, thanks for you pondering.
Love,
Equium auf der Adult
But yush, to get here is easy form where you are. M42, M6 south, come off at J1 and youre 5 mins away ^^
Good luck in your new home, sounds 1000 times better (if less convenient) than the city. V. Jealous.
It's a throwback to bygone days - the working telephone box, the single postbox embedded into the ancient post office run by the friendly 80-something woman, the village noticeboard and parish magazine, the friendly village butcher, and the beautiful new feeling of greeting everybody you meet in the street. This probably isn't making you less jealous, I apologise, but if you want to come visit you're very welcome. :3
And watch out for *any* small country village neighbourhood watch or anything of the sort... you'll probably get a letter about being a "newcomer"...
But seriously; great that you've got your own place! And rural Worcestershire *is* lovely; no two ways about it! And if you get bored - get a cat. Easy.
I hope you'll find there what you were looking for.
Also, it's nice to hear from you again :3