One of my mates half brothers is a mechanic in a small town in rural NSW.LandOTurk wrote: ↑Tue Apr 20, 2021 3:45 amThe guy reminds me of my Dad re his food. He never ate curry, pasta, pizza, just one Chinese meal from the takeaway - called it foreign muck. Bacon & eggs in the morning, sandwich and crisps for lunch, and Fish & Chips or a roast pretty much. Liked his beer. Never wine. The odd whisky or rum.Zakar wrote: ↑Tue Apr 20, 2021 3:22 amThat's nice. Sincerely, sounds lovely.LandOTurk wrote: ↑Tue Apr 20, 2021 3:18 amI used to travel up to his part of the world when I was a kid when we had horses. There is a small market town called Llanybydder, and he will live close to it. Its a mart for livestock and all the farmers pour in from all around. You will struggle to hear English spoken the whole day. Its beautiful rolling hills, farms, damp weather and very communal. If you are from there, you will know literally everyone and everybody, as well as their parents and grand-parents before them.
I'm glad he's not selling it as he's got the secret to life though, as by the sounds of it there are probably a few thousand people in Wales that can have a similar life.
I know farmers in Australia, depending on the crop and where they are located it can be a gut wrenching and heartbreaking endeavour.
Personally, I love variety in meals, I would be bored by day three. Good for him though. He's not found the secret to happiness, he's found the secret to his happiness.
He eats the same 7 meals for dinner every week, which is the daily special at the local bowling club. He eats a sausage roll for breakfast and a pie for lunch. Hes only left the town a handful of times to go to a brothel for a few stag parties.
Always the same brothel