Summer thus far

I sometimes relate my hamlet dwelling to the Adams’ Family home in that we struggle to have the modern normalities. We only have three TV channels and the Internet is more limited than Lil Wayne’s rapping skills. So to explain my sporadic or even non-existent blogging of recent, I choose to blame the fact I cannot get on the website rather than my imagination ceasing to fire. Yet, to end my long hiatus, I have runaway like the Corrs to the local library. A week or so ago I had scribbled a piece slandering modern day relationships in comparison to my Grandparents 50 plus year marriage. I also commented on how memories are what make life so you have to make as many good memories as plausibly possible. However it went too far into the ‘softie’ realm, hence it did not make the cut. So as a more boring and less thought provoking edition, I thought I’d merely describe my summer highlights thus far. First of all, I have finally given in to modern demands and ridded myself of the CD player, which was here in the time of the dinosaurs, and replaced it with a shimmering I-pod. Now I have always questioned whether I need to splash ludicrous amounts of money on to these high-tech gadgets. Not to imply I’m a saint, but I do wonder whether money could be spent on better things. However, now that I have crammed on a load of Abba, Barry White and Dolly Parton, I’m enjoying it to the fullest. Secondly, in the wake of constant fat jibes aimed in my direction, I have taken it upon myself to hit the running with some friends. (I think the chubby jokes are so common as a few years back I was skinnier than Posh Spice only to balloon to the Rory of today.) Our jogging may draw stares of amusement. It is a slow pace so to passers by, we are seemingly walking whist shaking our arms ferociously. Oh, how effort kills. Thirdly and finally, I just love my village life. There have been plenty all-dayers in the pubs, cricket on the green and nightlong banter train riding. My people are family. Home is where the heart is and I have many attachments to this area! It may well prove difficult to tear myself away and return to university. Yet as my friend said, there is more to life that one needs to explore. Yet, with work looming for the whole of August, life is good; thank God. Memories indeed…