Where there's not much to tell

Or so it seems. Yet if thats the case why is it there's not enough hours in the day, minutes in the hours! How is time leaking away? 

For instance an average day of mine reads thus: Rise with the lark - or in my case that dratted woodpecker who has taken it upon his spotty feathered self to become my early morning call with his constant rat-a-tat-tat - doesn't that hurt his head, all that beak banging? it hurts mine! 

So rudely awakened by Woody I'm up , teeth brushed, face and 'bits' Camay clean ( no point the B.O. buster till later, it's not industrial strength!) and hauling an overflowing washing  basket - stuffed with various unmentionable grim items of family clothing down stairs with me to the tune of 3 manic barking dogs marking each step - one morning when I trip, distracted by this torrential canine chorus, and I come flying down head first, they will, I hope, be satisfied with their result as well as herald my demise!
I've no time to load washing machine, instead I climb into waiting wellies and as I fight through wriggling doggy bodies get to the back door, grab leads, and off we jolly well go up the lane, too late to realise it's actually raining quite hard and I'm in gilet top and bugger all else! Now follows 20 minutes of assorted dog doings while we ascend turn around and descend the hill on the lane by now soaking wet through.
Ah bliss, back home tea is waiting, unfortunately tea has been waiting for 20 minutes so is beyond tepid. grabbing a damp towel out of the dirty washing I sop up some of the moisture I've attracted from outside.

Now is the race to load the washing machine, empty the tumble drier, wash up and clear sink, riddle and refuel a reluctant and ashy rayburn, dash and crank up the computer, feed and turf out the chickens, cats, rabbit and guinea pig before getting to grips with usual e-mail sift through and status myself on a well known social networking website!

By now it's time to go. Sanctuary time is nigh. 

Feeding the five thousand, poo picking, mopping fevered brows ( horses) administering to special needs ( horses) admiring newly acquired mud coatings ( volunteeers) sweeping and tidying and getting as much done as possible so evening is easier.
Next comes walking out/working the fat/unfit/reluctant/miserable/bored ( horses not volunteers.....although...ha! only kidding!)
Time to leave is determined by rumbling stomachs demanding breakfast-cum-brunch-cum-lunch but first that daily supermarket sweep...clearing the till queues by means of horse scented pungent aromas permeating from the murky, cobwebby, fleece jacket and grime encrusted boots! 

It works everytime....and holding out the hand for change is cringe-worthy to say the least - split and broken nails are by no means the worse thing, try gnarled joints, crocodile crepey skin and unmentionable stains that may be mud but probably are horse poo because I forgot to wash them before leaving the yard! funny how there is no direct skin to skin contact when change is handed over! At the horse feed merchant they are far more tolerant and even admire my hairdo complete with wisps of hay sticking out of it!

So I'm  back home and it's time for human food - yes! the hands did get washed! So onward and upward with a few domestic chores then it's back into office space for website update/e-mails in and out/ trustee stuff/ fundraising stuff/ accounts ( argh!) interupted by yet another plod up and down the lane with pre mentioned hounds from hell. Postman arrives to a joyous doggy aria and yay it's a big parcel from N.A.F. - excellent and well held as I negoiate the mass of hairy beasts hell bent on killing me by tripping...Willow's people have sent a nice letter too..lovely... replies are in order.
Phone calls and especially visitors are light relief and very very welcome most days - though squeezing them into the shoe box office before THE MOVE was always quite interesting and now and again a little intimate!
And at 5-o-clock or thereabouts we go back to the yard and do the same things all over again and another working day is almost done and before long, after tea and another doggy walk, it's a shower and then bedtime. So you see, there isn't much space is there...but ...Tomorrow I'm going to do it different
Tomorrow I'll find a few extra hours and fill it with creative things like bottling fruit or planting up bulbs in the winter pots, deep cleaning the kitchen, re-filling the loo roll holder, polishing windows.... but wait! tomorrow there'll be even less time to spare, the nights are drawing in fast now...it looks like it'll have to wait till spring...

If anyone knows who to stretch time tell me...I need at least another 3 hours of daylight each day please!