Perhaps like many people around my age, I watched a lot of old-school British comedies when I was growing up. The entire list of programs would run very long indeed (and probably stretch my memory too far), but off the top of my head I remember diligently watching Fawlty Towers, Are You Being Served?, George & Mildred, Man About the House, The Goodies, and Some Mothers Do ‘Ave ‘Em …
However, there was one show in particular that always seemed to hold a place near and dear to my heart, ‘The Good Life’. I’m not sure whether it was because of the animals, the plot, the contrasting couples or whether I found the show genuinely amusing … whatever the reason it’s a program I always look back at fondly.
I was wondering whether this early education in ‘The Good Life’ set me on a particular path to dream myself towards a lifestyle lived in somewhat similar vein??
This may be the reason why I’ve been craving once more the means to grow things, to live more simply, to be a little more self-sufficient and to surround myself with lots and lots of warm, cuddly, living things. The first project in mind is to tackle the dreaded back garden which I’ve been meaning to transform (with a lot of hard work) into a vegetable, herb and fruit growing paradise … as you can see for the present moment I’m still very much in the planning phase.
While it’s likely true that I’ll always be a city girl, from time to time I dream about running away to the country, far away from most everyone and everything. There’s still every chance that one day those dreamy thoughts will be realised (Tom and Barbara would be so very proud!).