Under Fierce Pressure. Bully’s Karmic Chronicles…
Bully’s Karmic Year-in-Review..
Ah… where to begin. If ever there was a case study in “what goes around comes around,” this is it.
The Gate Incident.
It all started with the infamous gate. A car, stolen and driven by a boyfriend on drugs, hit the entrance wall. Chaotic, expensive, and utterly ridiculous. Bully ended up with a tidy insurance settlement. It was a windfall born from chaos.
The Universe Strikes Back.
Fast forward to a few months later on a Saturday night… another car hits the wall further down the road. And as if to underline the message, the knackery (our little family of wild chaos) has claimed four animals since the week before Christmas, double, triple, quadruple the usual annual tally.
The Missing Minions.
Bully’s sons, the so-called “farm-helpers,” are out of the picture, one in New Zealand, the other estranged (just recently learned there was a big blow up and he is in trouble with the law for wrecking cars and cocaine). Suddenly, the man is running two farms, armed only with his wife and a daughter still learning the ropes. Karma loves irony, and this one is textbook.
Seven Days of Farming Torture.
Major farm equipment issues, nobody to help. Endless work. Complaints flying to neighbors. And the pièce de résistance: he actually told someone, word for word, that he was “under fierce pressure.” Ah, yes, the universe’s little sense of humour, narrated by Bully himself.
Funny thing: I’ve lived this grind. Seven days a week, no help, no sympathy. And now… well, Bully’s living the same story, minus the grace.
The Wall Rebuild Saga.
Thinking he’d solve one problem, Bully hired a local “experienced” wall-builder. The man, well… he enjoys the occasional pint a bit too much. A measuring tape was left on top of the wall for weeks. Six weeks pass, work slowly trickles in, and the wall still isn’t finished. The universe clearly has a flair for extending lessons: slow, frustrating, imperfect, and still ongoing.
The Perfect Punchline.
And then Saturday’s wall hit happened. My neighbor called to tell me, and my first reaction? I laughed. Pure, unadulterated, karmic laughter. Because you see… I’ve been here. I know the work, the chaos, the sleepless days and nights. And now he gets a taste of the same, and it’s perfectly timed.
The Verdict.
Is this karma? Absolutely. Poetic, dramatic, and delivered with impeccable timing. The universe has a sense of humour, and let me tell you, it’s ruthless. And it’s patient.
Lesson for the week: the universe doesn’t forget, it doesn’t forgive, and it loves irony. Sit back, observe… and occasionally laugh.
Mae🧡
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