These past two days I've worked more or less voluntarily at the farm, originally we're on easter break but I can't bear to watch the bloke owning it, who has a pacemaker for crying out loud, work himself to death trying to do everything he has to do before he himself is going on holiday with his family. Currently we have 110 pigs, and the pen they have is, along with the rest of the farm, consisting of about 30 cm of mud and goo. Which makes farm life bloody tough, and one hell of a dirty job. I've daily hauled about 30 buckets of various animal food around, dragged a heavy ass water hose all over the farm, filled up crates with pellets, made a cow pen, herded bull calfs, driven the tractor (which really doesn't sound like hard work, but it kinda is). Basically I've worked harder these past days then I've ever had on a normal weekday, and am bloody knackered. Thank heavens (pun intended) for easter!
My entire family is going to a ski resort in Sweden, and I am not going with them. At first it wasn't a conscious choice - I thought I'd be broke all easter and wouldn't afford to come with them. That worked out, thankfully, but after giving it some thought I've decided I'm not coming with them anyway. Seven adults, two hyperactive three year old toddlers and a 6 month old with heavy asthma tends to result in one hell of a chaos - it'll be much more of a holiday staying home alone. So today I went on a big shopping spree, I bought food, soda, beer, snacks and the entire series of Fawlty Towers and Black Adder. In other words both me and the dog are well prepared with both nutrition and entertainment. I'm batting down the hatches! Let easter come!
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