Writer's Block

 What you should know:

1. My blog-writing mojo has been on holiday.
2. There are fewer jokes than usual in this blog. 

It's been two months since my last blog, which sounds a bit like I've taken a wrong turn and ended up at Confession. I've started a couple of ideas but none of them have really got off the starting blocks. 

I could give you any number of excuses but none of them would be quite true. The main reason I've had writer's block is that I (temporarily) lost my sense of humour about living on a farm. Most of the time I enjoy seeing things from an outsider's point of view but sometimes I feel a bit like a round peg in a square hole. 

Lockdown and the changes we've all gone through over the past 16+ months seemed to take their toll. Being alone - as is the case a lot at this time of year - began to feel a little lonely; plans changing at the last minute started to feel a bit bigger than they normally would; and my lack of experience in farm life felt like it would never get better. 

Today's view

I spoke to a wise friend who reminded me that moving here a matter of weeks before lockdown was a baptism of fire. I don't really know what 'normal' farm life is like - and I know there's not really any such thing.

I'm not a 'oh woe is me' type, though, and I'm keenly aware that I've got it pretty good compared with a lot of people whose employment, health and relationships have been affected beyond repair. 

Thankfully, I've got this happy pair to keep me out of mischief (one of them likes getting their belly rubbed in the morning).