DOWN SOUTH

I'm normally outside doing a man's job but the damn weather is so bad at the moment I can't get outside. Snow drifts are up to the roof. Luckily I can use my whistle so the dogs can sort out the sheep. Clever little bastards. I've even trained them to get their tucker out of the shed. Looks like we'll be in here for a few days. Bugger! Got the generator going though. Runs well. Stinks the place up a bit. Reckon the old sheila will get a bit narky after a while as I had to put it in the bedroom. Still. It means that I can get the rugby channel on the old TV and the fridge goes. Saturday will be OK then. Saw the news. Rubbish. Full of Dorklanders stealing and Wellingtonians moaning. Can't even do a bloody job with 16 weeks bloody holiday. Whingers. Get a real job. Still. They look after the bloody kids. Had to push the little buggers out through the window this morning to go to school. Moaned a bit. Soft. I used to walk barefoot to school 15 miles through... well must admit. This storm is the worst since '72. Hell, gotta go. Old sheila complaining about something. Either that or I'm on a promise.