About me … hmm, what do you want (or need) to know?
This is me and Gordon at a photo shoot we had done just before Christmas 2006. I don’t generally like photos of myself (well, who does?), but this one is acceptable.
I was born in Bridgwater and grew up as a townie. I met Gordon when he was about 18, which would have made me 14, but we didn’t start going out until I was 23! I was playing hard-to-get! Seriously, we were just friends before that but started dating and got married within a couple of years. I’d never really planned on becoming a farmer’s wife and living in the country.
Once I’d given up work to start a family I enjoyed helping out of the farm, but in the last few years I’ve taken on more and more, learning to milk, drive the forage-harvester, harvest maize, that kind of thing. I must admit, when asked what I ‘do’, I now tend to say I’m a farmer.
I am mother to two gorgeous girls (young ladies) aged 23 and 19. I’m allowed to say they’re gorgeous because I’m very biased! Alexandra is the eldest and currently living in Cheltenham following a three-year course which resulted in a degree in English Literature. Stephanie is also at the University of Gloucestershire in Cheltenham studying Criminology. They live about ten minutes away from each other and we wait with baited breath to see how that’s going to work out. Well, I think, but I may be wrong.
I have many interests, the largest of which is definitely craft-related. I’m a cross-stitcher who’s thinking of branching out into free embroidery, I make cards when the muse is about me and I do digital scrapbooking. Photography also features up there on my list of things I love as well as reading.
Things I hate to do – housework mostly. It seems such a futile exercise in my opinion. No sooner have I got everything straight than someone comes along and messes it all up again. So, to save myself the anguish I don’t do it very often. Our house could best be described as ‘lived-in’! I always equate housework to buying a new car. It looks very nice, but you spend your life worrying about someone running into it, keying it in the carpark, dropping crumbs on the upholstery, that kind of thing. If you drive an old banger you can leave it without worrying that it’ll look worse when you return to it. My theory for housework!