GentleOtter one of my good friends farms in Perthshire. Well actually, her family do, she now works in Edinburgh. I lived in Edinburgh for a while a few years ago when I was still young enough to go to YFC do's and went to a couple of cracking one's on Perthshire.
Don't families just drive you mad sometimes. This morning:
DH has had a go at me for getting something wrong to do with his staffing. I wasn't prepared to accept reponsibility as I discussed the issue with him and he agreed. Now apparently, he had so much on his mind he didn't take it in and I need to be aware of that in the future.
My mum keeps making sarcastic little comments as DH recently mentioned to her that we'll end up living in his parents house and my Mum thinks we should live in between the two farms. Doesn't make sense; he has livestock, we don't, he's a director on his farm, I'm an employee, my parents don't want to retire, his do - why would we not want to be on his farm - argh!
My mum just had a real dicatatorial moment in the office declaring I had to do something for her even though it meant replicating a piece of work 3 times purely because she doesn't trust computers or me. Argh!
Being pg and hormonal doesn't help - on a normal day I'd brush that all of with a quick grump, oh no, at the moment it's a full on tears fiasco!