I was a Personal Secretary to the Top fella at our local hospital. I still had my animals (although not as many as now!) and got up early every morning, to deal with them.....before donning the power suit and high heels and make up, and tottering off to my office. I realised there was more to life than that,and took the decision to leave, and had a couple of years off. Went back part time working as an accounts clerk, which suited me better.
I am just happy earning enough money to fund my animals. Posh cars and clothes mean nothing to me. I am sitting in now, in mud splattered leggings (torrential rain) a scruffy looking fleece, and my nice comfy wellies. Hair is plastered to my head with the rain, and my hands ....hmm......ingrained with mud. Probably a few splatters of mud on my face too. I no longer worry about what people think.....if they want to walk round supermarket looking like they have stepped out of the fashion pages, thats ok .....I want to walk round in my wellies. Although I do sometimes put a clean fleece on, but not if I think I can get away with my scruffy one!!
Gone are the days of pubbing, and shopping for clothes. Any money I have is spent on the animals, feed or new housing for them.
Walk between the two farms, to save on fuel......people are amazed that I walk 4 miles each way. Nice countryside, good views, whats the problem?