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.
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 due to losing my agent when I became a full time carer to my mother who had dementia. 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 and 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 Amazon.co.uk 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.
I have written a number of different books all available on Amazon, so don't be shy should you feel the urge to purchase. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mr-Joe-Wells/e/B06XKWFQHT/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1