The town that Jon’s parents live in is really lovely. It’s tiny and quaint and almost generically British, in that it’s exactly what you would think of if someone said “British village”. Be that as it may, Jon doesn’t seem to love it. I maybe wouldn’t either, if I’d grown up here. It’s so quiet and full of meandering old people most of the time-and there’s nothing wrong with that. Having grown up in a tiny town myself, I get not loving what’s around you when you have no choice. But really, I could picture us living here, after we get tired of our urban existence. After all, the train can always take us out to those exciting places.