For those who have never heard of Frome it’s a little town in Somerset. Anyone reading this who is not from Somerset might not find it that interesting so perhaps go read someone else’s blog, muse over what to eat for dinner, trim your toenails or whatever form of procrastination/timewasting that so takes your fancy. Those who are from Somerset will know that views on this town range from it being “quaint and full of history” to “a bit inbred and chavvy”. I shall not pass judgment as I do not wish to become embroiled in a debate between “Froomies” and “Non-froomies”! (Being an Ex-froomie myself I have somewhat conflicting allegiances!)
Anyway the story behind my finding myself in Argentina with a book on my bedside table (which would actually be the floor but for the sake of this blog we’ll just say I have a bedside table) that recounts the “delights” of Frome is this:
Here in BA I live with 2 Argentine friends who I didn’t know from Adam before I came here but who my family has an extremely long winded, tenuous connection with (our neighbours’ daughters’ husbands’ parents’ friends’ daughter. Actually…I’m not kidding, that genuinely is it!) Anyway the first thing I noticed on the bookshelf in the room I’m staying in when I arrived was the afore mentioned book about Frome. The explanation for this is that the neighbours’ daughter I mention above lives in Frome. I had a quick flick through this book – some examples of a few of the chapter titles are:
“What’s so special about living in Frome?”
“An outstanding Education”
“Commerce transformed”
“Employment prospects”
“Frome at play”
“The media are alert and alive”
And other such intriguing titles. Interested? Want to affirm, contest or reminisce over some of what is implied here? Well you can pop over to Argentina then and ask my friends if you can borrow it! Perhaps the world is a lot smaller than we think after all!
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