The Best Is Yet To Come

Although I’m at a leaving do on the 23rd so I can’t see it then :’(

I’ll have to wait til Orange Wednesday. (Well I won’t, but I might as well)

Working on a farm is so hard.

Its not the work, although obviously its physical but I can deal with that.

Its like. Oh. There’s a haybarn.

Oh. There’s an empty building and there’s noone around.

Oh. There’s a beautiful weeping willow with grass underneath it in the sun next to a bend in the river and there’s parakeets in the trees and a bird feeder over there and cows over the river.

Oh. There’s a nice comfy sofa.

Oh. There’s a tiny heater for this massive barn so it’ll be chilly if you have to spend the evening there lambing.

The farm is so freaking bad. I just want to do someone like all over it.

Although the cows would probably watch. Or the lambs. Or something would get out and come interrupt.

But seriously. A nice rugged farmer man would be a nice addition.

A nice rugged homosexual farmer man.

A nice rugged blind homosexual man.

It would be so good.