The saying goes that time flies when you're having fun. It seems in my life I see time flying without the fun.
We have recently moved to a new house, a new town or should I say, village, and a new job. When the problem arose that a field had to be fenced with electric fencing, where's the problem in that, you say, we knew it could be done. And here's the problem - it had to have pigs on it in two weeks.
My husband came home and told me his predicament, and hearing this, I offered my services for a few hours to get them started, while they looked for some people to do the job.
Well, the fencers never arrived. We did have a team to put in wooden posts, but that was all. Anyway, the time was running out and the job needed doing. So, my few hours turned into a few days, which turned into two weeks.
Those two weeks flew by, and at 9.30pm on the last night, we were able to stand back and see the pigs on the field. I'd better add here that the fencing was nowhere near finished, but it was useable. I thought my fencing was at an end.
I couldn't have been more wrong. The existing paddocks and housing for the pigs was filling up fast and more was needed, so it was back to the grindstone for me. I finally finished the fencing about a week ago. It had to be done around the other chores of everyday life. Thinking it would be an hour or so on the last day, I set to work, now helped by two of the farmhands. Soon after we arrived on the farm, I noticed two boars fighting, not a pretty sight, and phoned my hubby to help. He asked if we could split them. Do I have to? I thought, as I went off to get the farmhands to help. We split them up and finished the fencing.
And I sighed, with relief of course.
Well, I said all that to say say this. I have put my writing on the backburner again. But I am getting back to it. One day, I will be able to write the way I want to, all day.
So in closing, time does fly and I can continue to dream.