Directions to the forgotten village - Just go over Over road.

Hello again,

So, another snow day, well, snow 'remainder of day' as it were, and the normal coffuffell (or however you spell it) at school. As soon as we'd all arrived, the snowfall got really heavy, so of course we had to close the school in the end. After a very confusing fire drill and a 40 minute lesson of pretty much nothingness all round, we were sent home in a bit of a shamble. I wouldn't have actually wanted to be Mr. Bacon at that time, because though it wasn't technically his fault, he must have felt a bit of a fool sending everyone home just a few minutes after they'd arrived.

So, like before, everyone was having fun in the snow. Speaking of which...

You may not know, but little more than a stone's throw away from Over, there is the forgotten village of Willingham; so named for its forgottenness. And it's been forgotten because noone lives there. Absolutely noone, the only people i know are my neighbours, who aren't even that friendly. Well, they are, but we never see them, really, because one works away a lot, and the other is in fact very boring. He's a server technician. I haven't found out if he does Judo yet.

But point being, i wish i had my house, but in Over. Or even Swavesey. Somewhere where i can actually know i can walk to a friends. We're meeting up at Over Green? Go for it, give me a few minutes. But from Willingham you can't do that.

The ironic and interesting thing is, Willingham is probably no further away from Over than Swavesey is, but because i can't call on anyone, and noone is there, it feels miles away. As well as that, Over is partially protected by an incredibly fast moving road, with a higher death toll than a cemetery. It isn't fun. Makes everyone seem ages away.

So I'm sorry i couldn't come down today, but nothing really went well for me. My mum did NOT want me walking down from Willingham, and i wasn't going to a) argue with her or b) Go without her permission, and she gets furious. It isn't worth it, and she wouldn't trust me walking again. I don't like feeling like i can't be trusted with something simple, it's just silly. And my mum's point was made clear to me on the way home, when we saw someone's car in over. More specifically, in a hedge. My mum was not going to be swayed.

So in the end, i was going to catch a bus. I was quite a bit later than i wanted to be, but still going to get down there for 1:20 or so, which wasn't too bad. I was waiting for 15 minutes or so, but i accepted the buses could be late, and i'd got down a little early. First i saw one bus, but it was going a different way. This was a little irritating but not anyone's fault and in fact told me the buses were running, which was good. So then, whilst i'm waiting at the corner, about to go home, I see the bus. I head for the stop, and its there pretty quickly. So i had to start running, but i was running alongside and it's a place the bus normally stops. But bus drivers, in their nice warm buses, aren't the nicest of people. Actually, and don't really support the title of working for public service. He must have seen me, but he completely blanked me, and carried on. I went home. Oh and, just to add, I had lost a glove. I couldn't find it.

So I really didn't mean to leave. I don't choose to live in the middle of nowhere, despite being in the middle of all my friends. Tis silly, really.

Josh xx