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  No, John. Not live as such, but I worked on and stayed in a cottage for two weeks or so. As a favour for a friend in London.
  The bakers, eh? When I was young I was often sent out to the bakers early in the morning to get rolls straight from the oven and when I was a teenager I would pop in to a bakers on my home from the ballroom, in the early hours, and buy a pasty or similar to eat on the road.
  No so in the main street of Ash, oh no. Early one morning I called at the back of the shop to buy rolls etc. for breakfast and was told in no uncertain terms to shoo and come back when the shop was open.
  On the whole I found it a strange place, not that I have any real knowledge of rural life, but I think it was the attitude of the locals to the 'new' owner of the cottage that was strained. They, the locals, and I got on quite well.
  In the end I got home sick for big-city life and handed the work over to a local man who made rustic garden furniture and left them to it.

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