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Take me home, country roads

I'm out in the country. There are cows. And sheep. My bathroom even smells of silage (at least, I think it's silage). Woe is me.

Another night to go before I can go home to the city. With the traffic and the rude people and stuff.

Question: How can somewhere be a sleepy little town, where the shops all close at 5pm and the only breakfast you can get is the motel's "fruit compote" but that same motel has wireless internet?

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pook41
Jul. 30th, 2008 11:21 am (UTC)
Hey, Azza. Glad you made to the Back of Beyond.

Remember to speak slowly and picture everyone in a cowboy hat and not much else.
audabee
Jul. 31st, 2008 10:47 am (UTC)
It's a Doyle icon!

One night to go. Back in the big smoke soon.

There's no place like home, there's no place like home...
eloriealton
Jul. 31st, 2008 10:43 am (UTC)
Silage! Now there is a word I haven't thought of in years. Hopefully you are back in the city again.

Elorie
audabee
Jul. 31st, 2008 10:51 am (UTC)
Only 12 hours to go.

I would've thought that the reason you haven't thought about silage for years is that you've REPRESSED it. I know I want to.
pook41
Jul. 31st, 2008 11:07 am (UTC)
You can do it. You're tough. Does thinking about calm blue wheat [or insert flora of choice] fields work where you are?

Pook
audabee
Jul. 31st, 2008 11:09 am (UTC)
Not really. I want my puppies. I want a decent bloody cup of tea (couldn't find the CWA). I want tracky-dacks.
pook41
Jul. 31st, 2008 11:20 am (UTC)
Did you forget your favourite pair of T-Ds? Poor you - deprived of tea, furry friends, and comfort clothing. Lets hope you haven't also been regularly insulted, disintegrated or shot at, but with any luck you know where your towel is.

Hugs anyway, Pook
audabee
Jul. 31st, 2008 11:23 am (UTC)
It sucks being me.

Not that I'd ever complain, of course.
eloriealton
Jul. 31st, 2008 12:08 pm (UTC)
REPRESSION Of course, I hadn't thought. LOL. That word took me back to the time my Dad decided to make "silage", dug a huge pit and everything. I don't think he packed it right because instead of fermenting it just rotted. Horrible smell.

Elorie
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