Aunty Maude solves everyday dilemmas.
Dear Aunty Maude
The closest town is an hour’s drive from where I live. I dream of being able to duck into town and get a coffee – maybe even an eyebrow wax – before doing a supermarket shop and coming home with a few hours up my sleeve to do at least a bit of my day job before the children finish school.
But if anyone on the farm finds out I’m heading into town, they text me requests like, “There’s a diff at Gordon’s to pick up” or, “Grant has a pallet for us” and “We need a belt for this” followed by an out-of-focus photo of a serial number on a greasy machinery part. I feel selfish saying no, but these small requests add up and can eat up a whole day. It’s as if no-one can see I actually have a job AND A LIFE. I am starting to resent them for taking away the pleasure of a trip to town. What should I do?
Resentfully
Maddie
