I think I may live in Stepford. I have lived here for 15 years. I don't know anymore people than when I first moved here. I don't know my neighbours and I don't know anyone who I could borrow an egg from. It's not that it's unfriendly here. I'm on nodding terms with many of the dog walkers, apart from those with dobermans and rottweilers (who freak me out!), but the only time I actually see anyone is when they're out washing their cars on a Sunday and in winter...forget it, the village looks like a small pox alert has been called! There is a community. We have a community library, a post office, a pub, a sports club and we have a church, but I'm not part of it. My home is my castle. I have built a metaphoric wall around it and prefer not to become involved. I don't see my neighbours, because I don't have to. I come out of my house and I don't see the houses either side, I jump into my car and off I go. If I walk around the village, I
A glimpse into the life of me and mine...oh, and I sometimes have a "potty mouth"!