I think it all began when Tessa got (accidently) donged on the head with the shovel handle. We had grand plans for this Sunday - we were up early, Mr M went and checked the lambs and we were going to tick off a million things outside on the glorious Spring-like day. I think I jinxed myself first by posting about it on facebook, as things went rapidly downhill from there.
Our first plan was to create a new garden bed in the western yard, along the new fence. That was when Tessa got in the way of a wayward shovel handle falling to the ground. Cue banshee screeching, running, hiding for hours under the ute, trembling and whining and generally not wanting to come near us. Those dastardly humans. She kept her distance for the rest of the day...
Whilst toiling in the garden Mr M got a phone call from my Dad. In the next paddock over. Bogged. Could he come get him out? Sure no probs, we had a tractor with us to help in the garden efforts so off he trundles. Mr M gets there and realises the tractor would get bogged too, such is the predicament silly father has got himself in. Silly father refuses to admit defeat, drives tractor in there too after Mr M refuses to as he knows quite well what the outcome would be. Bogged. I-told-you-so-syndrome hits Mr M. Need bigger tractor to get them both out and they are both now stranded and have to walk home. As you can imagine this all took half the day.
Once that drama was over our resident handyman and all round jack of all trades here on the farm, Woody, turned up to fix the rotting boards on my sewing room roof. Things were looking pretty dire in this department and it needed to be fixed before the painters come (today!)
So Woody gets on the roof and is happily working away...until some timber leaning against the tank falls in the wind and knocks the outlet to the tank. Cue waterfall and losing two thirds of the water in the tank before we can shut it off.
The rest of the day (what's left of it) is spent with no water connected, as we needed an extra bit of pipe to reconnect our second tank. Every piece of pipe Mr M finds in the shed and even journeying over to a neighbouring farm won't fit our problem until he finally stumbles upon some under some blackwood trees behind our house in the paddock. Who knew.
By now it is dark. What a total waste of a Sunday.
Images by Emma Durkin for Cinderella at Brindabella
9 comments:
Such the shits.
Bet you're glad that is over with!
I'll hope for more rain - but only to fill your tank. We've got the wettest feet in history here!
Have a happier Monday, Love!
xx
Wishing you a really great week, after this disastrous Sunday ;-). Think it can only get better ;-)...
On a brighter note how lovely and green is the grass.....
poor dear! one day you and mr. m will laugh about this! hope your weeks is fabulous!! :-)
It's days like these that the favourite aussie lingo 'bugger' originated from!
Sounds like you're becoming more and more like Mr M in your need to achieve 1001 things in one day! Don't sweat it sista x
Yes we did laugh about it last night, such a comedy of errors! And yes I was being a bit Mr M-like, but we drastically reduced our to do list because we thought we were being too optimistic to begin with?! But you do have to remind yourself we've already done a lot and the green lawn just proves it :) thanks all.
Boo!!
Thankfully, you get another crack at 'Sunday' in 6 days time!
:-)
Water tanks and i have a love hate relationship, i love them but i'm sure they hate me lol.
Every house we have lived in with a water tank, has lead to some sort of water drama.. :)
Post a Comment