Call me superstitious,
but the thirteenth day of any month is never one I look forward to with particular relish. It’s not attributed to superstition; but more to the uncomfortable concern that by this point in the month it feels as if we’ve never achieved even half of what we set out to do; & May is proving no exception to that rule.
For example, we’d hoped to have our business loan secured by now. We’d hoped to have our milking parlour installed. We’d hoped to have our Process Rooms up & running, & Dairy Hygiene Inspectorate/Environmental Health approvals in place….& so on, & so forth; the list is seemingly endless, & that’s just in business terms let alone the mulitplicity of other things which need tackling around the Holding. But all I can do is take a deep breath, roll up my sleeves & do my best….& appreciate that These Things Take Time.
Whilst we’ve been typically busy with this pleasant weather giving us much to get busy about, we’ve been in mutually grumpy mood today having had an argument about the siting of the new milking parlour we purchased yesterday. Tony wants to cut yet another doorway into the new building, which I’m not happy about as it wasn’t incorporated into the original design & I don’t share his conviction that it’s such a simple matter as he makes out (although admittedly I may be wrong; & he did do a practical building course as part of his resettlement from the RAF, which I didn’t). So he’s stomped off up the driveway to carry out some urgent repairs after the dreadful thunderstorms washed away yet another layer of gravel, last week; & I’ve carried on clearing out the garage in an attempt to unearth my lovely 500 litre cheese vat for the glorious day when it can finally be recommissioned.
But at least the Rayburn chimney is repaired at long last, with Jez crafting a beautiful slate surround for the new kitchen chimney breast which not only looks stunning but also matches the flagstones in the sitting room. And at least the ‘heart of hearth & home’ is beating but no longer belching soot with every breath!
Another perfect, fragile spring sunset descends over the Ffarm as Tony trudges down the hill, his head still pounding but determined his sinuses are at least clear enough for him to fly again tomorrow, thank goodness. Despite our occasional altercations, neither of us would deny how lucky we truly are – to be here, & to be together – whatever the date might be.