The reality is that this winter, as I’m sure you know, has been exceptionally harsh. Just doing the animals takes hours. All the water butts and hoses are frozen, so whoever is on duty has to come inside the house and fill up endless buckets and watering cans, lugging them outside to the various troughs and drinkers. It’s almost impossible even to open the doors of the coops, as latches are frozen. One door has already broken. And cleaning out the animals requires a lot of muscle, as all the dung is rock hard. Our hob has been broken, too, by having something frozen dropped on to it.
Other jobs also take twice as long. We’re at the end of a long, steep cul-de-sac which the car simply can’t make it up any more. So we’ve been walking the girls to school and going shopping with rucksacks on our backs. We’re constantly lighting fires and so spend a lot of time splitting logs for kindling, bringing more wood indoors, and so on. The wood-fuel boiler gets through two or three barrows a day. Only now we’ve run out of wood. It sounds daft, as we live in a wood, but we didn’t fell anything like enough last winter to have sufficient seasoned logs for the boiler this winter. I knew we were going to be short at some point, that we would have to buy in some logs towards the end of the winter, maybe in February or March. I didn’t expect that all the log sheds would be empty by the New Year.
There’s cunts out there that want to force us all to live like this.
Hang them all.