No Broadband

From the age of four all I ever wanted to do was run from the quiet towns I lived and live it up in the big city. A little clichéd I know; the stuff of rags to riches stories. I have to admit I never quite got my hands on the riches. But I did make to the city, London and Manchester but the latter being less than twenty miles away from the village I grew up in it never seemed to count. Less than twenty miles to the nearest city and it staggered me to know that most people from up my way and the surrounding towns and villages never ventured there.

Anyway I digress. So I made it to the city and I lived it large to cut a long story short. The quintessential gay city boy. The thought of ever returning to a quiet life petrified me. That was until a few years ago when the lives of Tom and Barbara Good began to look inspiring almost fateful. I began to dream about growing my own vegetables and flowers and buying Eggs and Milk from the farmers themselves. I have a very romantic and idyllic view of the country. Too much time reading Joanne Harris and the like. See my overall dream now is to retire to France do up my own farm house yada yada yada.

In reality the isolation would probably drive me mad so we, my partner and I, decided to take it a step at a time so we are moving to a village in Lancashire where we are near enough to the city in case it gets too much and near enough to greenery to see if it drives me crazy.

So far it isn’t looking good I have to wait for a week before I get broadband. There is no television ariel and I have had to pay an extortionate amount of money to have a phone line put in. I wouldn’t mind but it’s a new build property and it’s still only 30 minutes from Manchester by train.

As you can tell now I've posted I finally have broadband yippppppeeee