I don't know what I must have looked like but due to the horrendous conditions up here, the farm has turned into a mud bath and I went arse over tit whilst trying to make my way back to the house. Wellies unable to grip, sunk and slid until I eventually lost my footing and having nothing to hold onto, allowed my hands to take the fall. I was a cross cookie, muttering, "for fuck's sake" under my breath at the mud. When I got back to the house I smiled, realising no one had seen me and the local paper were probably taking photographs elsewhere at that particular time.
My mum arrives on Thursday armed with bags of food and Easter eggs. I only hope she doesn't bring her ivory sheepskin jacket and remembers we live on a farm. Every time I look in the mirror I think about that hair dye I desperately need to apply and recollect my days as a townie when I used to take pride in my appearance. Now I just have a shower and let the mirror do the talking. I'll let you know when it says I'm the fairest of them all. Might be a while.
Before I go, you might have noticed the MADS icon on my side bar. If any of you lovely people are feeling kind would you click on it and nominate me for the Blog Writer Award, pleeease.