Not Suffolkating: The Sound of Sirens

“Times goes at a different rate in the country. It seems only yesterday that we drove out beyond the M25, and the cat pooped on my lap, and we began our new life in a house of flies and dirt and no door-handles. It was actually ten months ago. Ten months driving to and from stations, sitting on trains, working at the IB Times, writing my book ("Kidology" - thanks for asking), reading other people's books, trying to convince the kids we could make it work in the tiny village of Old Front Bottom.

"Ten months of dealing with our surreally unpleasant neighbours, Dead Bob Willis and his Invisible Wife (don't even ASK about the Daffodil Incident), and a house too small for a family of four dormice. Ten months with no mobile phone reception or kebabs or decent broadband…”

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