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A new life as a hermit in the countryside

A house in the Welsh borders, with chickens and asparagus

I’ve been at my new job at the Stroke Association for four days. I’ve gone from “doom-bearing harbinger” to nonchalant about the place and that’s just the first Thursday.

My new manager (to anonymise her, we shall call her Vonne) has started the week previously. It would appear that Vonne is one of those people who can’t remember other people – like the History teacher who did their job and it didn’t really matter who was watching/listening – as long as the job was done, even better by someone else, then all was fine.

Vonne is said person. She’s not the brain kind like I am; not lost in thought, thinking about future impacts of a certain decision, thinking about others and their reactions/feelings – no Vonne appears to be a timebomb that I will not tolerate in this new surrounding. Life’s too short for me to stress any further about silly 50-something women stuck in a middle-management role, and I shall run rings around her. If she has any sense she will let me do my job with minimal interruption or more fool her. I realised in my last job that I don’t need managing. I can pick it up and run with it myself – doing several roles previously where you are at the mercy of other peoples decisions both higher and lower down the food-chain has made me understand so.

All you have to remember is the knock-on effect of the decisions you make on all the people around you – maximise the good bits, minimise the bad bits, and all will be fine

A kind of warped Coreolis effect – if you please.

I’m not sure that I have been given the clout to make the necessary changes expected of me, and if not, their loss, and I move on. I will survive somewhere else. The fact that my salary has increased, whilst my ‘managerial’ responsibilities have decreased may be the deciding factor if I decide to stay or go – I’m still doing the Orlaith

Well at least I’m not crying

Though this may all be immaterial if last night was anything to go by. Move to Wellingborough, rent out the flat, do up N’s house, save a bit (not too much tho!) sell em both and move to somewhere that we can do up and sell on and keep going until I find my dreamhome with a couple of acres.

I’m tired of lolling around. I don’t want to be with all the others dreaming of a better life. Thank God I have the sense to make some good decisions and don’t let other people hurry me into making stupid ones

Let this be an example – if not to my future self then someone else who dreams of better things.

If you want it that badly then go for it. If you can’t get it immediately then pick yourself a good route/strategy. I’ve bought a flat I don’t want to live in becasue I know it will benefit me in other ways later on when I try to get what I want.

The moment I started thinking more about me, though not forgetting the implications on others, I started moving towards my goals

This Vonne, the new Crow, is not the obstacle I would have let myself run into time and time again 2/3 years ago.

My happiness first – others afterwards – unless you’re on my exclusive list of course 😉

Here endeth the sermon

Last modified: Tuesday, February 17th, 2026 at 10:22am