LIFE IN A QUIET VILLAGE

So, I'm back living with my mum temporarily. Unfortunately, although when I was growing up she lived in the wonderful town of Reading, she then decided to move away from the crazy city life and now lives in Witney, near Oxford.

As you can see from the picture, it is a lovely little town, especially in the snow (so maybe once a year then..). However nice does not mean fun. Today I went out for a walk to try and find something interesting.

I went for a little walk along a 'river' and it was the most drizzly rain ever. It was kind of like it wasn't actually raining, just that the air was wet, which is very annoying when you wear glasses!

I also happened to be walking behind the worlds slowest man. Why do old people do it? They go out for walks and dawdle! I know they are essentially just waiting to die, but some of us can't deal with not getting where they are going. Even though I wasn't actually going anywhere!

After going along the river, I got bored and turned of towards the town centre. I thought I wold get some shirts for work, as I have been wearing the same shirts to work for the last two years pretty much, which is not good. I foolishly thought that there would be at least a Marks & Spencers. Sadly, I was being overly ambitious there. In fact there was nowhere to buy men's clothes. If I did buy any of the clothes you can get in Witney, I would have to go to work at an 83 year old women, called Doris, with pink hair. This, I do not want to do...

But then , what was this I saw? A Waterstones! A shop I recognise! Granted, it's a shop that sells books, which doesn't solve my shirt problem, but that can wait for another day. I thought that maybe I could find a nice book to read this afternoon, but being a small town, the shop was the size of a teapot, had a small army of people (all old or small children) in it and had no books I wanted.

At this point, I decided to head home cos I was bored and getting quite wet. However on my walk home I starting to try and be more positive and thought that all these old people must live here for a reason. This must be a nice town, with no crime and no real problems. Maybe it's not so bad. Maybe I could learn to love it! However, just as I was thinking this, I turned a corner and was faced by three of the trampiest looking men I have ever seen...

Hmm, maybe not.