Man makes fire

I have for the first time in my life set a fire in a wood burning stove. I was delighted, it sparked up at my second attempt, my primeval instinct for making fire has been satiated.
What next in my steep learning curve to become a ruddy faced countryman?
But as usual I digress; I am indeed a ruddy faced countryman as I have moved in with my girl friend in the country, well Hertfordshire which to me as a confirmed towny seems awfully rural.
I seem to have started this blog half way through and perhaps should go back to the beginning with the title ‘My father has died and I have promised my mother I will look after her’.
When I made that promise I was unaware it would be a twenty year journey, which ended last year when my mother finally died aged ninety. She always was a needy woman; as are many of her generation, always hiding behind the man and being utterly supported by him in all things.
When my father first died my mother had never spent a night in a house alone in all her life and it was therefore up to me to continue this habit. At first she came to stay with me but as time went by I gradually weened her off my house and after a full year had her back in her house complete with new puppy, (some one for her to look after).
She always needed a purpose in life and looking after others had been hers for her entire life; working in the family business, cooking and cleaning for my father and my brother and I; although I think as with an awful lot of women of her generation ‘cooking’ my be stretching the definition of my mothers culinary skills.
I still had to be there for her when it became dark as she was scared of being alone in the dark, so many a long hour was spent until she finally felt tired enough to go to bed and I could return to my house.
I need to go and stoke the fire now, ah the life of a ruddy faced countryman; I shall return later.

About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
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