an every day story of country folk

Picture the scene .....home from work, bag scattering mobile phone, purse and lippy on the breakfast bar...thinking wildly what to feed two hungry males - yank open fridge - slam door shut again in despair - sausages from the freezer it is then. A quick tray of roasted vegetables included cooked potatoes from Sunday's lunch on the top shelf - job done.

Hah - another job that needs doing - photo disk to neighbour and beg a passport countersignature at the same time - he offers me a glass of red and I accept - hmm a little too eagerly perhaps ....did he notice the desperation I wonder?

Back home feeling a teeny bit light headed - red wine on an empty tum is not good! The phone rings - a friend - hysterical giggling ensues ..'NOOOOOOOooooo - never!' 'You didnt!' Ooooooooo no sort of conversations ...............lots of it as well!

The smell of burning emanates through the house - a blue haze hangs in the kitchen - oops!

I dish up the meal in a hurry and dont turn the lights on in the dining room. Then I yak away like a caught criminal covering his tracks.....guiltily.

Eventually the shpeherd lays down his implements - 'Well - there are sometimes you can cook a really great meal ............then there are times....when you simply commit ..........ARSON!'

'Would that be arson with intent my dear or reckless arson?' I came back quickly there - a bit of legal knowledge is useful on occasions.

'Oh lord dont ever try cooking in a tent.........!' he replied

At this point total hysteria took over and we all simply fell about ............




cue Archers signature tune...........

spring is sprung..............

...........I think I have seen bits and pieces of it anyway. Life has been ......well.......slightly unhinged of late. A friend kindly informed me that I have been postively evil recently...OK, perhaps I have. Put it down to the grieving process, the Probate company that are supposedly the bees knees wanting the deeds to the local care home, too much work, an ironing pile from the alps, worrying about the little family in the valley, I have taken more than this in my stride in the past but to put it bluntly this time- yours truly is knackered - and its only April.

We should be lambing now but at least this year the only lambing this shepherdess took part in was by courtesy of Kate Humble.....loved it. Didn't even get my hands dirty for once.

The village is in a fighting mood - the school is under threat, the toilets got a reprieve at the 11th hour, the church and chapels have dwindling congregations and spiralling costs, the road is slipping sideways down the hillside and the council haven't got the funds to pull it back up and on top of all that - pylons are thought to be a good idea for the valley - EVIL? Yes I DO feel evil.......

On top of all that being employed in the good old civil service means no pay rise for the nth year in a row, pension under threat and goalposts moving faster than pistons - snarl

So for a soothing afternoon I went to watch the shepherd fishing .........I took a book ,,,,,, The Wilding ......read half of it in the sun, watched the fish and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz