You know you're moving to the country when ...

... the houses you're looking at have Mains Drainage listed as a feature.

Fortunately Badger and I have survived a winter in the treehouse with only the minimum statutory level of whinging about the cold. (We have no central heating and just one wood stove. A bit like almost the entire population did up until really quite recently.)

And goodness me, I've just had a realisation that I'm really quite judgmental and prejudiced about how other people might be judgmental and prejudiced. I shall try to be open minded about whether other people are open minded. *sigh*.

One of the best things about Badger is that she's good at talking to new people. Breaking all aspergers stereotypes, Badger is actually much less shy than I am in a typical social situation. I suspect that it is almost impossible not to like Badger. Where as I know that there are aspects of me that are deeply unlikable ... though usually I manage to keep most of them well hidden on a first meeting.

So, the prospect of moving with Badger is rather less daunting than moving on my own would be. I shall wave Badger off as she goes out to make new Friends down the pub or the WI or whatever the local social hub may be ... and then hope that she'll introduce me or bring people back for tea.

I'm actually a tiny bit serious about joining the WI. The older I get, the more I appreciate people older than me. I have excellent rudimentary jam making skills, and Badger makes a wonderfully crumbly cheese scone ... though I've heard they're more inclined towards topless modeling these days :)