For the past few weeks I’ve written depressing posts about death, misery and burning flesh. I’m wondering if perhaps we should call this place Withering Heights as it’s been so bleak? But then we’re on flat land so Withering Plains would most likely be more appropriate. How very unromantic.
Right at this minute though, the misery of winter is over. The suns out, the remaining calves are still alive and sometimes we have power for 24 hours straight. The good days are on the way back and to top it off life got a whole lot better this morning. Here’s what happened.
For those of you who have been following my bizarre, midlife move to the country, where I obviously have no business being, you will have read that living off the grid has way too many challenges, sometimes, (most of the time) for a girl to handle.
There are so many things we took for granted in our last life, predictably the tv, dishwasher etc but the thing that has most surprised us is our yearning for, of all things, toast. I know! Who would have thought that toasted bread could be missed so unbearably?
Our obsession with crunchy, evenly, cooked bread grew and grew. Our lips ached for that first touch, our tongues yearned for the rough texture to scrape across it’s bumpy road and the butter hasn’t been the same since, it’s all hard and grumpy. We were all in toast agony.
That is until Ms and Ms Splendid heard about our plight, (I confess I may have yammered on in Teenage Splendid’s ear until he couldn’t take another minute) and very kindly invited us to breakfast. We graciously accepted their invitation and the next day, at the crack of dawn, we were hammering on their front door demanding to be let in.
We almost cried at the sight before us. Sitting on their counter were not one but two toasters. I know! Who has two toasters? Splendid people obviously. And not only that but piles of crumpets, muffins and all types of bread were waiting to be toasted. Bacon, eggs, hash browns, baked beans, croissants and hot, juicy tomatoes filled the bain marie’s. It was all too good to be true.
I begged them to adopt me but they told me I’m too old to be adopted by anyone and shoved me out the door. But not before I had eaten every piece of toast I could lay my hands on.
God Bless the Splendid’s and their mighty toasters.
That was the most perfect of mornings. Our toast cravings had been fulfilled and we had spent time with the splendid Splendid’s. Life was more than fabulous. Then Smarts ran me over with the trailer. Yep he ran me over with the trailer!
One minute there I was minding my own business and the next thing I knew I was face down in the mud and pinned under the giant wheels of the trailer. I think there is a possibility I could actually die out here. What do you think?
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