Second week of country living. And I finally cracked it with the flies…
Yesterday we went exploring on our property to find and assess the state of our dam. Because that’s what people who live on property do (I like using the word ‘property’). After straddling things I should never have straddled (barbed wire); walking through long grass that I shouldn’t have in thongs and shorts, and losing balance a million times on uneven, rocky, brown soil, I told the one million flies that had affixed themselves to my person to: “Gosh, will you just swear word off!!!”
I was so layered in the creatures that I thought Fiancé might have put manure on the back of my shirt as a joke. In fact, I could have inhaled that many of them I wouldn’t have needed dinner and the following morning’s breakfast.
Anyways, we found the dam, it was there, and it looked like a dam.
The rest of country living is going brilliantly however…I’ve joined a netball team, and they all seem lovely (i.e. I’ve not been asked to leave due to consistently contributing my lack of fitness and skills); we continue to exhale with relief and amazement upon reaching our driveway, and, we have full reception! Also, last week for Australia Day we played backyard cricket and had actual areas for which to afford a ‘six’.
The greatest benefit of all though is that by the time I’ve walked out to the clothesline and back, I’ve burnt off several bowls of ice-cream. As that’s how exercise works. #fact.
