#helloskinnymini

Alo had made sure to not wake Mini as he slide out of bed at the arse crack of dawn. He was used to being up early and he was starting to get used to her staying over. He wanted her to move in but a part of him knew why she hadn’t. Because last time it ended in a fight over something petty and she took Gracie and moved out. At this moment her coming over whenever but returning to her flat and doing her own thing was working. So he wasn’t going to fuck it up. But nights without her and Gracie were hard.

He made breakfast for himself quietly, making sure it was big enough because he had a lot of work to do. But it was better than flipping burgers or stocking shelves. He remembered his summer before Morocco trying to get money and working a load of useless jobs. Grease traps and dumpsters full of rancid MaccyDs was so far in his past or so felt that way. Now it was cow shit and horse feed, and eggs loads of eggs. But the farm was turning a profit and his dead wasn’t collapsing on a daily basis. He could let his parents retire and also watch the baby.

Alo spent most of the morning shoveling paths so Mini or his parents could get to the main farm house, the barns and the cottage. The cows were fed, chickens and horses as well. Alo wipes sweat from his brow as he shoveled the barns. Most of the major jobs done he heard the crunch of footsteps. First it was one person walking slow. Then he heard smaller faster footsteps and knew who was coming to the barn. He looked at his mobile and it was early. Gracie probably ran in hopped on Mini asking for breakfast. Alo heard the creek of the barn door and he saw two figures.