We live in a semi derelict house on a farm. Well, it’s not quite semi derelict anymore, but it still a lot of work.
Lack of funds, and frankly because we enjoy it, we have done nearly all ourselves.
Hence, weekends are spent doing fun stuff (competing our animals) and visiting places during the day, we have friends and family in the evenings quite a bit, and spent doing DIY and yard work.
So we had three friends turn up on Friday night (we love droppers in, but I can feel the collective weight of MN cringing) just after I got home from my four hour commute back.
So we walked the dogs all together, made chilli and drank cider.
Think they left at midnight- I’m not sure, I went to sleep on the sofa
. They put my dogs out for a pee and locked the gates on their way out- DH got back about 1am and had to climb the gates to get in and shove me off the sofa into bed.
Saturday we had friends from 10-6, so chatted, dog walked, made cake and lunch, drank wine and tea. I did the yard jobs after DC went to bed. Then I watched Hidden Figures on now tv and husband made me supper.
Sunday, went riding to the beach this morning with dC and ponies, walked dogs and went to the park, then spent the day weeding drive, fixing some fencing, repairing the top shelters after winter, repairing swearing at some broken machinery and watching DC learn how to drink from the hose pipe- more complicated than it sounds, it’s an agricultural high pressure one.
Now husband is working, I’m having a coffee on the sofa, DC and all the animals are asleep and I’ll drive to a hotel when husband gets home about 1am. I’m working four hours away tomorrow so I’ll leave here at 1.15am when DH gets in, get to the hotel at 4.15, three hours sleep and then head to client site.