Back to work tomorrow

And the holiday is at an end. I always feel a bit down when I have to go back to work but at least a feel rested now. It used to be that I would go back to work totally refreshed and ready to go but now I have Barnheart it's not quite the same. I feel much better and am less likely to bite everyone's heads of now that's for sure. But I don't really want to go back. I want to stay home and cook, sew, garden and even clean. Not selling forms to people and stroking the egos of reps. This is the first holiday I have had where I feel like this and I guess it's nice to know. I am certain of where I am in life now. It is a testament to have far and have come and how much I have changed that when we were at the farm on Saturday I was happily planting broad bean plants in the rain. Now let me explain that I can't stand being out in the rain. I don't mind if I'm on my way home to a dry set of clothes but otherwise I hate it. But when striding out across the farm in search of the plants I realized that rain as dripping off my waterproof jacket and down my legs and off the end of my nose and I didn't mind. Had I been anywhere else the chances are I would have been grumpy as hell.

So it is with thoughts like these I must sustain myself at the office. I must think that it is all a means to an end. If I want that wide windowsill with the gingham curtains wafting in the breeze around a home made homegrown cherry pie then I have to put in a few years graft in a job I don't like.

Unless I win the lottery of course :o)

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.