It’s all very The Good Life

It’s all very The Good Life

June 27, 2006, 9:05 pm
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Yes, the inevitable has happened. We’ve quit the big city (for a smaller, but equally culturally well-endowed one – in another country) amidst all the usual mutterings of ‘appalling pollution levels, bad schools, water shortages, expensive haircuts’. C’mon: you’ve seen people like us on Relocation Relocation Relocation Relocation Relocation (Revisited).

Phil nods sympathetically, whilst clenching his fists to show off his pectoral muscles, and Kirstie puckers her lips knowingly as the cameraman flashes the viewers a shot of her blood red Jimmy Choos.

There is a some footage of Mr Chick and I dashing around central London like mad things, over which Kirstie sets out our plight and then some more footage of us gambolling down a leafy Edinburgh street, chicklets in tow, as Phil whispers conspiratorially to the camera how he’s found ‘just the place for these stressed-out Londoners’.

Cut to us being interviewed sitting in Jenners tearoom, as the winter sun glints off Kirstie raven locks. We say we’d like to be ‘inleafysuburbiabutclosetosomeamenities’ and ‘inthecatchmentareaforagoodstateprimary’ with ‘morespaceabiggardenaswewantogrowourownvegetables’ .

Phil and Kirstie nod and starting tapping numbers into their Nokia PDAs.

[Meantimes, the viewers roll their eyes and say ‘yeah, yeah – same ole, same ole…when’s Wife Swap on?’]

So, yes. Truth be known, we’ve come over a bit Tom and Barbara this past fortnight. Slipping into the stereotype of recently-emigrated-Londoner proved just too irresistible.

If we’re not lopping rhubarb, stewing it and making homemade tarts, we’re transplanting our seedlings (courgette, tomato, squash, cucumber, rocket, coriander) or line-drying our washing.

Dashed smug and irritating, that’s what we are.

(Home-grown Romaine lettuce anyone?)

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