Saturday

Good morning peeps.

Well yesterday I worked on the farm and felt all useful and happy.

I restored a water supply to a trough, and I shifted muck and soil around in big loads and generally looked very busy.

The only problem was, my only footwear at the moment is a pair of walking boots, and they got very muddy.
The joys of poverty.

I had an evening shift as well, but they sent me home early-ish as it wasn't busy, it was surprising that it went quiet as it had been busy, and it was obviously payday as everyone was tipping me.

I came home and went to bed, slept well, but woke from nightmares this morning.
Despite the nightmares, my body was very relaxed, as if I had slept deeply, and the bed was all warm and snuggly.
I thought I had slept late but it was only 8.30, which isn't late for a Saturday, the sun was shining golden through the blinds and the sea was pale grey.

I got up and have been trying to sort things out so I can go and stay on the farm. I am on farm duties while everyone is away, and I can have the cottage for any of that time, which is nice.
It means I can focus on writing, up there on my own in the pitch black countryside nights. I don't know if I have mentioned staying over there on farm duties before, but I do sometimes, and there is a super shower there, it gets my hair so clean.
I have a few pieces of writing I want to finish this week.

I have an driving evening shift this evening.

I think I will go down to the sea if there is time, I have to go in town to the bank before I go to the farm.