My mother used to sing that song and I keep thinking when I get old and grey I'll move up to a remote part of Weardale, a gorgeous stone cottage and have dogs and cats and an open fire and drink lots of whisky. This was such a lovely dream except for several things.
Firstly, I would be grey if it wasn't for Julie at Saks in Durham.
Secondly I live five walking minutes away from the hospital, a mile from the fire station and just up the road from the police station. Five minutes from the train station and the bus station.
Thirdly, I don't want cats and dogs. I keep forgetting how much work they are, how much they cost and how generally fed up I would be at having to make extra plans every time I wanted to leave the house.
Fourthly, I love all the restaurants, the gala theatre, being ten minutes walk from Chiquitos and all the student productions, and the concerts and the Shakespeare, NT live.
Fifthly, I wouldn't be able to see the cathedral every day.
Sixthly I do have my caravan and go walking up in the dale and since I'm only there in the summer I feel as if I have the best everything.
After that, there isn't a Majestic wine warehouse up there or M&S food or New Look.
I can remember being desperate to live in the city and I have a beautiful house with original fireplaces and lots of lovely stained glass. I have a gardener, a lady who sorts out the house and the window cleaner turns up once a month. The Rington's tea man would keep leaving tea by the door even after I moved because I never seem to be in when he calls.
Also I have very good neighbours.
My friends live here. That's it. Town Girl Wins!!
ps I am writing a series of books about Weardale!!!