Petty Lives

I sat here this morning and wanted so much to write about a current issue that is causing some good friends of mine a considerable amount of inconvenience. I wanted to tell you about the ridiculous amount of money they're having to spend in order to change some of the renovations to their house, to satisfy the demands of petty-minded individuals. But instead, I thought better of it. I'm not going to waste a blog post talking about people who think it's okay to treat outsiders like lepers. Apart from the fact my friends are incredibly generous people, have a desire to get to know others and feel honoured to be a part of our community, they have experienced a very dark side to this little corner of England that has naturally been a disappointing start to their new life. Eleven years ago I was an outsider. I was integrated in the community because I moved in with The Farmer and his dad, two well-respected members. I imagine my sudden appearance was met with a degree of contempt from some, but on the whole I was welcomed and it helped me to settle in quickly. Many people move to a new area during their lifetime. They move to that area because they want to; they may feel they can make a contribution to the community, make new friends, become a part of something they believe in. Then again, a lot of people are rejected when they move to a new area; they find it hard to settle in amongst locals who have lived there all their lives.

My shower's been leaking again. Water coming through the ceiling; just in drips, but it's been enough to make a crack in the wood-chip. It wouldn't surprise me if the whole thing will need to be taken up and re-fitted.

Amy goes on her residential tomorrow. She's so excited to be sharing a room with three of her friends. "We can talk about girlie things," she said, a huge smile etched on her face.

The ewes and lambs have been moved out of the garden now which is good, though they've left their manure covering my nice green grass. I can't hang washing on the line without stepping in sheep poo.

I have a lot happening in my life right now. So much that I'm struggling to handle it all. But I will. I'll get through it and come out the other end. And so, I have no doubt, will my friends.