You don't realise quite how much you're used to traffic noise until it's not there, do you?

It's quiet out in the sticks. Too quiet.

used to.

Other than takeaway workers, it's pretty uniformly white.

There is a gravestone of a chap in the local churchyard who claimed to be 148 years old when he finally turned up his toes, though.

http://www.darkdestiny.co.uk/william_mead.html

Where?

You'll get used to people saying that

It's a regular Abbott and Costello routine. :-|

few spa treatments for her and very nice (but expensive) food

Using Sir C's rules, you now live up North

been increasingly hankering for the city life for the last couple of years.