Sorry I havent been around for a while but I've been shovelling sh*t mainly. I keep expecting someone who owns this vast (to me) piece of land to turn up and tell me how to do things properly. The farm hasnt actually disappeared into a chasm because I used the wrong implement to spragle the diddlins in Middle Bottom Paddock - so far so good!
Fencing Bloke came for a glorious week of work, did all the easy bits, got some money off me and in the traditional manner of manual labourers everywhere, has b*ggered off. This got me wondering if all workmen are Gypsy Violinists in the evening and always assume people are paying them to go away....
We have a Wine Bar in Smalltown now!!!!! Went with Lovely Livery last week it was all brown inside kinda 'Soho Chic' I was the second youngest person in the place (1st was LL) we chatted to the owners who said they moved here from London and one day asked themselves "Why isnt there a Wine Bar in Smalltown?" and so opened one up
"Haha good on you" we said to their faces, then-
"OMG they never actually researched the answer to that question did they?!" when they left. The place was empty by 10pm, all the Golf Club had gone home for cocoa. I give it 6 months tops.
We will be getting goats soon, and weirdly my husband has said he may need to stay up in town a bit more.....at least its different a kind of poo eh?