Do you ever just think “what is life all about?”

Since I moved to a rural area that is beautiful I have fallen in love with being here. I was a city slicker and never thought I could adjust, now I wouldn’t want to live in the bustle.

I love having my family and friends out for a visit when the weathers good and sitting in my garden having a drink and even better when we play music, have a fire and sing a few songs.

When I sit and listen to my sons playing and singing I think to myself, where the fuck did these brilliant lads come from? I play too, but am not in their league. I love it.

My Mrs is also brilliant and again I sit and look st her and say, why the fuck does she put up with me.

Then I remember I’m fucking lovely and a right laugh.

Life is about enjoying what you have. Never taking it for granted, enjoying the times you are with people you love and always trying to be a good guy, a wee smile for people. Having a natter with that old biddy you meet, who you know wants a wee blether, even if you don’t.

Be good to animals too. If you are the type who harm them, we wouldn’t get on at all.

Try and like yourself, even when we know we are hard fucking work at times and make up for those failings by having a good heart and be there when people need you. Fair weather friends can fuck off.

A good drink, in good company is always a good idea. Until the three day hangover arrives. Always remember why you’re fucked and it helps ease it.

Got pals coming today for a day of drinking and dinner, then the football tonight. My best pal is due about 2 and as he is a rangers fan, I will rip the pish out of him and listen to his deluded bollocks about them being back... yet again. :) the big twat will give as good as he gets though, **** that he is. But, he’s my ****.

Looking forward to it.
 
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Since I moved to a rural area that is beautiful I have fallen in love with being here. I was a city slicker and never thought I could adjust, now I wouldn’t want to live in the bustle.

I love having my family and friends out for a visit when the weathers good and sitting in my garden having a drink and even better when we play music, have a fire and sing a few songs.

When I sit and listen to my sons playing and singing I think to myself, where the fuck did these brilliant lads come from? I play too, but am not in their league. I love it.

My Mrs is also brilliant and again I sit and look st her and say, why the fuck does she put up with me.

Then I remember I’m fucking lovely and a right laugh.

Life is about enjoying what you have. Never taking it for granted, enjoying the times you are with people you love and always trying to be a good guy, a wee smile for people. Having a natter with that old biddy you meet, who you know wants a wee blether, even if you don’t.

Be good to animals too. If you are the type who harm them, we wouldn’t get on at all.

Try and like yourself, even when we know we are hard fucking work at times and make up for those failings by having a good heart and be there when people need you. Fair weather friends can fuck off.

A good drink, in good company is always a good idea. Until the three day hangover arrives. Always remember why your fucked and it helps ease it.

Got pals coming today for a day of drinking and dinner, then the football tonight. My best pal is due about 2 and as he is a rangers fan, I will rip the pish out of him and listen to his deluded bollocks about them being back... yet again. :) the big twat will give as good as he gets though, **** that he is. But, he’s my ****.

Looking forward to it.
What is this? A man content with his life; a rare animal indeed. Tell me the secret !
My whole life was Manchester, then Leeds till I was nearly 40. Moved to small country town, love it. Massive plus for the kids who have never had to live in the smoke and grime or bandit land. Irony: daughter went to Manchester Uni, and fell in love with the town !
 
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What is this? A man content with his life; a rare animal indeed. Tell me the secret !
My whole life was Manchester, then Leeds till I was nearly 40. Moved to small country town, love it. Massive plus for the kids who have never had to live in the smoke and grime or bandit land. Irony: daughter went to Manchester Uni, and fell in love with the town !

I was shocked how easily I just got it, I now have three chickens who wander free as our garden is big and the back of the cottage is a field at the end of the back garden. Talk about free range. Absolutely love it. View of the see and the Bass Rock one side, the other lovely hills. One neighbor and they are brilliant.
 
Since I moved to a rural area that is beautiful I have fallen in love with being here. I was a city slicker and never thought I could adjust, now I wouldn’t want to live in the bustle.

I love having my family and friends out for a visit when the weathers good and sitting in my garden having a drink and even better when we play music, have a fire and sing a few songs.

When I sit and listen to my sons playing and singing I think to myself, where the fuck did these brilliant lads come from? I play too, but am not in their league. I love it.

My Mrs is also brilliant and again I sit and look st her and say, why the fuck does she put up with me.

Then I remember I’m fucking lovely and a right laugh.

Life is about enjoying what you have. Never taking it for granted, enjoying the times you are with people you love and always trying to be a good guy, a wee smile for people. Having a natter with that old biddy you meet, who you know wants a wee blether, even if you don’t.

Be good to animals too. If you are the type who harm them, we wouldn’t get on at all.

Try and like yourself, even when we know we are hard fucking work at times and make up for those failings by having a good heart and be there when people need you. Fair weather friends can fuck off.

A good drink, in good company is always a good idea. Until the three day hangover arrives. Always remember why your fucked and it helps ease it.

Got pals coming today for a day of drinking and dinner, then the football tonight. My best pal is due about 2 and as he is a rangers fan, I will rip the pish out of him and listen to his deluded bollocks about them being back... yet again. :) the big twat will give as good as he gets though, **** that he is. But, he’s my ****.

Looking forward to it.
You have one of the best butchers in the east of scotland at East Linton too. Sea troot in the Tyne once in a while as well. You have made a good move. Enjoy your day mate.
 

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