… I just don’t love being at the farm with inlaws.
We spent a couple of days at the farm after Christmas (and before the sugly isters got in to case the joint). For a change, we were by ourselves and I really enjoyed it.
I think it was the fact that nobody trying to get me to fire up the wood stove in 30 degree heat to boil the living daylights out of a lump of corned beef, make eleventy billion cups of tea “for the men”, making *grape* jam (for the love of God … why turn grapes into jam????) or generally being bossed about when all I want to do is sit somewhere cool and read a book.
But when we were there by ourselves I had a great time. The kids rode their bikes around the house paddock and terrorised the house cats and frogs or went about with Mr Fixit as he moved some cows around and generally mucked about.
I snapped off some pics while we were there…
Cows and calves in the house paddock (so lovely and green at the moment 🙂
Where old trucks come to die
Happy cats (not that I particularly like cats but they do ease the mice problem in the shed)
Joe Blake came around for a visit…. (sorry for the dodgy colour – quick flash photography at night is never something that works particularly well for me)
Mind you, when I say that my brother-in-law and his wife are somewhat less than tidy, I’m not kidding. This is what we arrived to in the shared bedroom: none of it belongs to us.
(yes, they are dirty clothes and food wrappers).
…and the kitchen.
I’m itching to set some ground rules over each family selecting a room to keep their own crap in and leaving the bloody place reasonably clean and tidy. As it was, Mr Fixit and I spent about two hours cleaning when we arrived to make it somewhat livable.
Not that I ever want to live there or anything … but I am falling in love with the place 🙂