Just having a moan.

Angella and I are working our bollocks off at the moment, although she obviously hasn’t any to lose, but you know what I mean.

It frequently seems like we are the only ones working here, except the younger children do actually bear more than their fair share of the burden. Life should be more fair, but from experience I can tell you that it isn’t.

In the end we will win out and Angella and I will bask in the glory of having the house sorted and running like clockwork.

Bye the by Oliver has settled in much sooner than we expected and is getting ever more confident with every passing day, I will have to find time to put in a cat flap for him as he is wistfully looking out of the window.

We have been clearing the loft out and it is safe to say it was completely full of rubbish masquerading as something useful in various suitcases and boxes.

In the end we kept one empty suitcase and three black bags worth, not much for two days work but that’s the way it goes here one step forward and three back.

I’m writing this at some un Godly hour, well it seems like it, but it is in fact only eleven thirty and I am on my third can of therapeutic lager and feeling slightly better now.

Hey, ho, tomorrow is another day, perhaps one day tomorrow will be a day off, however as Angella and I are both so bloody single minded I rather doubt that will happen just yet.

Living in the countryside is certainly proving to be a challenge and I always enjoy a challenge it would be nice if everyone else was able to help in our foolish attempt to push water uphill.

There is a lot more to this story but I don’t think this is the right time to tell it yet…..one day, the guilty will be named and shamed.

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About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, althought to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non existant. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which if I had the time would be updated on a much more frequent basis, however country life and children seem to be a full time occupation. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. That's all for now, toodle pip.
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