by Ella Ivey

Created on: September 05, 2010

- The Country Air-

As many of you have probably guessed, I am not a country girl.  I never have been, despite the fact that I spent most of my childhood hanging from tree branches and grazing my knees from playing out.  But the combination of growing up in north Surrey and the occasional on and off spells of living in London, have led this little child adventurer to quickly grow out of thinking of greenery in all its glory and have a very low tolerance of nature. 

            I didn’t mean to become like that.

            It just happened.

            Blame London.

            “You want me to come and visit you?”

            Panic.  That’s my initial emotion as I’m talking on the phone to Jo (who you would have met from two of my previous stories). 

            Jo and I were housemates in the first year of university – along with four other people – but despite the close friendship we used to have, it has slowly diminished over the last few years. 

            She decided to leave university after the very first year, and well, I carried on. 

            But my initial feeling of panic is not over the fact that I haven’t seen Jo these last few years.

            No.

            It is pure and simply because Jo lives with the parents in a small town in East Sussex surrounded by farms. 

            In fact, Jo herself mostly resides in the farmhouse while her parents and younger sister occupy the townhouse. 

            But I can’t very well say no just because I can’t deal with a few cows, can I?  So the next words that come out of my mouth surprise me just as much as they surprise her,

            “Wonderful,” I say cheery, “I’ll

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