I love my diverse life. Every day is different. A typical day for me is something like this:- - Get up, do all the necessary to get children to busses on time (Sometimes a raised voice or a boot up the arse involved) and the day planned. Rayburn lit, washing on etc. - Make a start on the (already late!) accounts. - Go out and play with the horses for an hour or so (feed, turn out/muck out). - Come back in and try to get on with accounts….until 5 minutes later everybody comes in for coffee. Mike thinks if you don’t sweat it’s not real work. - Try to get back to (not real work) accounts but needed on farm. This conversation starts with “could you just”. Minutes becomes hours playing with moo moos or some such farm thing. - Try to get back to accounts. Phone rings. Somebody comes to door (most likely on Friday to mop up excess cream tea over from holiday cottage bake). - Try to get back to accounts. Look at the time….horses come back in. - Try to lock myself in office but family get concerned (concerned that tea is not made and their access to computer blocked). Somehow get ‘talked’ out of office. Make low fat, low cholesterol, high fibre, tasty meal as per food tech (used to be called cookery) at school. Dam them and their healthy eating education, what’s wrong with frozen pizza? - Sod the accounts….tomorrow is another day. - Fall asleep on the settee and snore in most unattractive fashion.
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