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
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.