It was 10.30om and I was just about to turn my mobile phone off when it rang!
It was Dad requesting that I open up the front door! I had not expected their return tonight, so had the doors double-locked.
Dragging themselves in, they were obviously exhausted. Starving too, mom rummaged the fridge for food. As we only had leftovers from lunch for dinner, the only 'food' I could offer mom was the cake I baked yesterday. She was happy, sans the cake topping of course!
This is the life of my parents; plantation labourers and owners. With already 1 established plantation, they simply had to start another one. Touching 60 and they still insist on working, harsh work nonetheless. I had always imagined that they would end up like other normal old people. Travelling the globe, playing the day away with the grandkids, spending the day at the golf courses; that sort of old-people activites. Nay! They had to defy these conventions.
‘beats working for other people’ declares Mr.Darcy.
I agree.
Mr.Darcy and I are also starting a plantation of our own - 5 hours away from here. He does the actual work, while I do the actual supporting work ie staying home with the kids and awaits his returns. He ventures in the jungle every week for a few days to coordinate work and comes home. He camps out in the jungle and says he truly enjoys it; to the envy of J! I would wait up till the early hours of the morning for his return, completely exhausted, hungry, drenched in sweat and diesel To think he gave up a cushy and secure job to be decked out in ripped farmer attire and smelling of diesel!
‘ beats working for other people’ he maintains.
I agree
Wonder how it would be for Mr.Darcy and I when we're touching 60. As it is, we're a wreck just thinking of touching 40!
It was Dad requesting that I open up the front door! I had not expected their return tonight, so had the doors double-locked.
Dragging themselves in, they were obviously exhausted. Starving too, mom rummaged the fridge for food. As we only had leftovers from lunch for dinner, the only 'food' I could offer mom was the cake I baked yesterday. She was happy, sans the cake topping of course!
This is the life of my parents; plantation labourers and owners. With already 1 established plantation, they simply had to start another one. Touching 60 and they still insist on working, harsh work nonetheless. I had always imagined that they would end up like other normal old people. Travelling the globe, playing the day away with the grandkids, spending the day at the golf courses; that sort of old-people activites. Nay! They had to defy these conventions.
‘beats working for other people’ declares Mr.Darcy.
I agree.
Mr.Darcy and I are also starting a plantation of our own - 5 hours away from here. He does the actual work, while I do the actual supporting work ie staying home with the kids and awaits his returns. He ventures in the jungle every week for a few days to coordinate work and comes home. He camps out in the jungle and says he truly enjoys it; to the envy of J! I would wait up till the early hours of the morning for his return, completely exhausted, hungry, drenched in sweat and diesel To think he gave up a cushy and secure job to be decked out in ripped farmer attire and smelling of diesel!
‘ beats working for other people’ he maintains.
I agree
Wonder how it would be for Mr.Darcy and I when we're touching 60. As it is, we're a wreck just thinking of touching 40!
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