Or perhaps that title should read 'Country Life' because I suspect the same situation applies anywhere in the country.
I have been at friend M's all afternoon and we were chatting about folk in the village, who was related to whom, what they did and various things about their lives (we have both lived up here since 1984). And it struck us both about how different things were from how they were in towns.
Yesterday I met friend E in the Lane and he informed me that the farmer's sister had a birthday earlier this week and that she was 75. The farmer thought it was 76, but of course E was correct - as the farmer said, E has kept check on everything over the years.
Some folk might call all this nosiness, but I prefer to call it taking an interest in people. You have only to read John's lovely daily posts to realise that the same things happen in his Welsh Village (Going Gently on my side bar.)
My friend came up here from a London flat and told me that she didn't even know anyone who lived in the same corridor as she did. I came up here from Wolverhampton and lived there, in the same cul-de-sac for seventeen years, and - apart from my immediate neighbour and an old man opposite, I never got to know anyone.
So which is better? To know nobody or to know everyone in the village and take an interest in their lives. I know which I prefer.
Following on from yesterday's blog when I said I was really tired and felt I had overdone things by having an hour's exercise, followed by half an hour's Physiotherapy and then taking the dog for a walk. I was quite right. At supper time, when I got up from my chair, my arthritic knee 'gave way' and I ended up falling heavily on the floor on my hip. Luckily nothing was broken and today I have gradually improved as the day has gone on. I shall not do so much in one day again.