Angella and I are working our bollocks off at the moment, although she obviously hasn’t any to lose, but you know what I mean.
It frequently seems like we are the only ones working here, except the younger children do actually bear more than their fair share of the burden. Life should be more fair, but from experience I can tell you that it isn’t.
In the end we will win out and Angella and I will bask in the glory of having the house sorted and running like clockwork.
Bye the by Oliver has settled in much sooner than we expected and is getting ever more confident with every passing day, I will have to find time to put in a cat flap for him as he is wistfully looking out of the window.
We have been clearing the loft out and it is safe to say it was completely full of rubbish masquerading as something useful in various suitcases and boxes.
In the end we kept one empty suitcase and three black bags worth, not much for two days work but that’s the way it goes here one step forward and three back.
I’m writing this at some un Godly hour, well it seems like it, but it is in fact only eleven thirty and I am on my third can of therapeutic lager and feeling slightly better now.
Hey, ho, tomorrow is another day, perhaps one day tomorrow will be a day off, however as Angella and I are both so bloody single minded I rather doubt that will happen just yet.
Living in the countryside is certainly proving to be a challenge and I always enjoy a challenge it would be nice if everyone else was able to help in our foolish attempt to push water uphill.
There is a lot more to this story but I don’t think this is the right time to tell it yet…..one day, the guilty will be named and shamed.