Oh dearie me,
what a horrible day – one for staying indoors & working hard on our first, dreaded VAT return (which is just as well, because that’s just what I did). After a strangely quiescent start to the morning during which the woodland seemed to hold its’ breath against the ravages to come, a deep, dank mist drifted dismally down the valley; obscuring vision & snuffing out sound with its’ damp, chill veil. As the long hours stretched into afternoon the wind grew relentlessly in strength & savagery, until tumultuous curtains of wildly weeping rain ripped down the windswept, wet valley in angry affray.
I grimly concentrated against the assault outside the window, spending hours & hours sifting through piles of paperwork to weed out receipts after my earlier battle to make my way across the ffarmyard to complete the milking, all the morning chores, dog walking etc as well the various inevitable impromptu odd jobs which always crop up on a farm.
I’d left my husband to stay in bed after his taxing travail/travel yesterday; understandably & unsurprisingly true to form the ever-tardy Tony didn’t emerge until almost 2pm, after which he apologetically cooked us a (very) late but extremely welcome lunch-cum-supper, whilst I waded through the dreaded paperwork until I was almost cross-eyed with exhaustion & frustration.
I opted to relax in a hot, foamy late-evening bath with a newly-published fantasy novel (a rare luxury for me these days, to indulge in reading something non work-related) after which I snatched an all-too-brief, restless snooze.
I reluctantly returned downstairs to plough through bags containing several tortuous years’ worth of paper receipts, whilst Tony diligently studied his revised Airbus operating procedures in accordance with the merged companies’ directives. We finally concluded enough was enough, at around 0230am – thank goodness the clocks are changing (not that it makes any actual difference to me; the goats still need to be milked at the self-same time, regardless of the hour during which it falls).
Thus the inclement weather continued, rain & wind relentlessly battering our stoic little Ffarmhouse throughout the night as it had done throughout the course of the gloomy day. How lovely, to be snuggled safe beneath the heavy warmth of the duvet, a snow of receipts floating free amidst my dreams, the only comfort being the rewards they will bring to our parched business funds….for which we are, truly, thankful.