tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post3033765504298769438..comments2023-08-17T21:16:22.761+10:00Comments on Life In A Pink Fibro: Giving the green light to smugnessallison taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762529258195877400noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-87118104574862218832010-06-15T22:47:16.898+10:002010-06-15T22:47:16.898+10:00Oh yes. It would take all night to list the foods ...Oh yes. It would take all night to list the foods that I miss. Plus being able to pop out to a grown-up wine or cocktail bar with some atmosphere. My beautiful friends. My sisters and brother and all their various offspring. And, sometimes, even the noise. But not often. <br /><br />Can honestly say that I miss a lot less than I thought I would and even the things I do miss I miss less often than I thought I would. We have the same experience as you on weekends - everyone from the city is escaping down here. We just escape from here often enough that it's all good.allison taithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00762529258195877400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-11133647701872949622010-06-15T22:41:15.061+10:002010-06-15T22:41:15.061+10:00My husband says he would love to live in the count...My husband says he would love to live in the country...if it wasn't for countryfolk. How rude.<br /><br />I live by the seaside so we get to pretend we're on holiday every day. I like it best out of season when it's deserted apart from the gulls and no one's on the carousel. We drove to London the other weekend and the traffic on the other side was queuing for miles to get into our little city.<br /><br />Do you miss anything about city life though?alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09338687691871813019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-9266057014065598202010-06-15T16:18:07.464+10:002010-06-15T16:18:07.464+10:00Being smug is what I live for!! The only traffic j...Being smug is what I live for!! The only traffic jam we have around here, is when the cows line up for their feed of hay and they're crowding around the tractor, so much it's difficult to move! And really, that's NOT a traffic jam, as so much as a cow jam!Fleur McDonaldhttp://www.fleurmcdonald.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-88458076565143673772010-06-15T13:17:19.379+10:002010-06-15T13:17:19.379+10:00thumbs upthumbs upSiobhanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07762844474815993684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-46141525621230049232010-06-15T13:05:05.763+10:002010-06-15T13:05:05.763+10:00Love it :) Seraphim is quite right.
Anmd one of th...Love it :) Seraphim is quite right.<br />Anmd one of the things I most like telling people about Broome (after the weather stats) is that there are traffic lights here. Not one. Nada. Zilch. I love living somewhere with no traffic lights :) Be smug. I am.Kylie Lhttp://www.kylieladd.com.aunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-8787069870761959632010-06-15T08:48:22.248+10:002010-06-15T08:48:22.248+10:00Al, as I read this on a squished commuter train, h...Al, as I read this on a squished commuter train, having risked life and limb to drop the kids at daycare on the way, I honour your smugness.Maxabellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15761220164069379437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-47688839222804409722010-06-15T08:26:39.522+10:002010-06-15T08:26:39.522+10:00Oh - there are lots of reasons for smugness when l...Oh - there are lots of reasons for smugness when living away from the ratrace. The quiet. The wildlife. The interractions of nature. The interractions of family. The inspiration. The peace. The serenity... The LIFE!<br /><br />But you would have been LAUGHING on the way home - swimming against the flow. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-91341829339394235382010-06-15T00:54:57.927+10:002010-06-15T00:54:57.927+10:00Purely Awesome!Purely Awesome!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16484931572676431046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-79008576735065261522010-06-14T23:34:23.189+10:002010-06-14T23:34:23.189+10:00You tempt me you wicked woman. This post made me w...You tempt me you wicked woman. This post made me want to up sticks and um, move to the sticks. You are an amazing writer. Just so you know xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-3011520705805460422010-06-14T23:06:39.765+10:002010-06-14T23:06:39.765+10:00I.LOVE.THIS.POST.SO.MUCH
And I agree. We too live...I.LOVE.THIS.POST.SO.MUCH<br /><br />And I agree. We too lived for a long while in the Inner West (Newtown), before we eventually settled in Adelaide. <br /><br />When peopel ask is whether we miss it, we both just say "Who can ever day they miss that traffic? That commute?"Diminishing Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02072304081006798910noreply@blogger.com