It is now twenty years since the Queen had the year she famously described as an annus horibilis. Through the year the marriages of her children broke up, and a fire destroyed a substantial portion of Windsor Castle.
I have her words in mind at the moment, for this year seems to be shaping up as one I'd rather forget. The girl's getting no less noisy, my wife's not finding things easy at all, and to cap it all my dad's not at all well.
There are positive things to focus on, after all I'm in secure employment that I'm really enthused about. That really means something after a career as a dotcom survivor and in an era of economic turmoil. But wellbeing depends on personal as well as economic security, and I feel as though mine's taking a knock.
I think I may have a lot on my hands over the next few weeks. Not least taking on the temporary running of a herd of cattle. Minor publishing industry cog becomes unwilling farmer. Sadly the current generation of cows don't know me very well, the sods will no doubt play up. I'll have to bribe them with extra hay.
So if my muse stays absent for a while and I haven't got much to say, it'll be because I have a lot going on.
Good luck with the cows!
ReplyDeleteAlthough last time I milked a cow is 65 years ago I am ready to help if you call for me. Bon courage Jenny
ReplyDeleteI hate to say it Jenny but that is life. Nothing always goes the way you'd like it to but I do simpathise and empathise in some respects too. No doubt you'll get through it all....you have to. Best wishes with the cows too and don't forget you don't know the current generation of cows very well either so don't be too hard on them...LOL
ReplyDeleteShirley Anne x
Thanks all. Sorry, having a whine.
ReplyDeleteMy dad's in the queue to see a specialist, to see if they can get to the bottom of what ails him. I survived the cattle, though they looked at me suspiciously. And I did get to bounce around the villages in a Kawasaki Mule, which was fun.