Room With a View

Farming Wednesday. I'm having a lovely time on the steading. I'm accepted now outside of the big house, and there's a gentle banter.

"You'll not find any coos in there now, love."

I know. They've gone on holiday.

"Aye, that's right. Don't go in though, lassy. You'll only upset yourself."

I do like farmers.

I also like the fact that tomorrow afternoon should see me sending off the last of the copy for the HUGE contract I've been working on for the last month and a bit (interspersed with 'emergency' copy) and a well-earned lull. I especially like the fact that I'm looking forward to winding down, cleaning my own home, going to bed before midnight, spending time with my children and not worrying that this new life is too good to last.

I really think it might.