This is such a busy time of year. There is just so much I could blog about. Should I blog about the masses of plums I got for free? Should I share the recipe for plum ketchup that I made? Should I show you all how much work I have done on the allotment - clearing new beds for next years planting? Or perhaps I should just tell you about my birthday and the lovely presents I got?
Nope.... this is much more important than any of those things. I live with a man whose hard work and tolerance allows me to play at farming (albeit on a small scale). I gave up full time work to stay at home and cook and clean and bake and grow stuff. This meant that Billy Steve HAS to stay employed and HAS to bring home a really good wage - when we first bought our house 15 years ago, two wages were required to pay the mortgage.. the mortgage payments have pretty much stayed the same and we are one wage down.
BillySteve's background is in aeronautical engineering and currently he works as a project manager for a company providing computer solutions (bespoke software programmes) for large corporations. Billy Steve does not actually enjoy his job any more. He works long hours, in theory he works from home but he has to travel to visit clients too so he is rarely here. He left home at 5am yesterday morning and didn't get home until 9:30pm... and he was back in his office at 8am this morning. I know he would much rather be building stuff in the shed or making bread in the kitchen, or harvesting produce from the allotment, or searching for chestnut trees down the lanes near our village. It is 3 years or 155 Bin Days until he can retire. And he is counting them down!
On top of everything that he HAS to do, he is always there to help me with the jobs that I can't do myself .....like:
Filling the car full of manure and emptying it at the allotment. Filling the car full of topsoil and emptying it at the allotment. Building a new ladder for the henhouse.
...dragging stuff out of random skips by the side of the road just because I said 'ooh that looks useful'. Taking heavy and hot items out of the oven for me. Making me a hay box cooker. Repairing shelves and fixing new ones for my ever expanding larder. Harvesting the grapes in among the myriad of wasps. Carrying the cherry tree to its final position and digging a deep hole. Cooking dinner on Fridays (every Friday come rain or shine). Tasting my latest culinary concoction and saying something positive about it (even if he doesn't like it much).
Removing large hairy spiders from the bath, without killing them. Not batting an eyelid when I ask him to pee around the boundaries of the hen enclosure.
So.... let's hear it for .... MY MAN. (YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)