You can guess where I’m coming from, or going, with this can’t you.
We’ve had a pretty lazy day today really, settling down after dinner to relax.
Maggie curled up on her cushion and went to sleep, Hubby nodded off for forty winks, and I’ve been working through my reader.
Later, he did a small repair to the gate by putting a metal plate on the bottom corner as the wood had begun to split. Best do it now before it becomes a major issue.
There’s been a whiff on the air, and as soon as you say the word SMELL, Maggie bolts for cover. It’s not her, but it is a very unpleasant stink, and one we recognise, though didn’t understand why it’s here.
At first, Hubby thought we might have a blocked drain, but it’s hanging like a cloud all over the estate and talking to another dog walker, she confirmed that it was coming from a farm about 2 miles up the road.
When we were in the cottage, we had fields directly behind and in front of our property. Muck spreading was a pain, and we had to be careful when putting the washing out as the stench would creep into our clothes and we’d have to wash them again.
It was rare for us to have the windows open anyway due to the noise from the main road or overhead planes (I sympathise with anyone close to an airport), plus when they were bringing in the harvest, the dust was horrendous.
When we were kids and Dad would be driving through the country, cows or pig farms were commonplace, as was the smell. There would be a joyous chorus of ROSES! from the back seat and a lot of laughter as we drove by. Happy Days.