100th post and nothing important to say

Hey constant readers. Sorry I've been AWOl. It's a combination of 2 things. The first is my work has recently had a bit of a shake up with their Internet policy which means I can't log into Blogger anymore. I used to start my posts at work, writing as and when the muse came. Now I can't do this I have a tendency to forget what I wanted to say. The other thing is with this being the 100th post I wanted to say something of importance.

Ah well.

So It's been quite steady since we last spoke. Life continues on here at a steady pace. Me and Spadger become a little more desperate to leave the work we currently do and a little more eager to have the farm. We've spent some time at Swillington and it's been great. I had a terrible moment of Barnheart on Saturday when we were there. We were the last ones and as I was taking the tools back to the shed all I could hear was the chickens clucking and the goats and sheep baaing. The sun was setting behind the trees and I could see Spadger taking a wheelbarrow of weeks to the dump and Spadgersdottier taking the random Jerusalem artichokes we found to the veg shed. I wanted this to be my farm so very badly I could feel the barn creaking in my heart. Going to work today was a terrible let down.

There isn't a lot else to talk about. I've not sewn anything new (though I am fighting with a piece of blue gingham at the moment) or baked anything exciting. So the 100th post can slip by almost unnoticed I think. Maybe that's not a bad thing. Maybe the momentous occasions are marked by smaller signs than special numbers.