Since I married the farmer almost twenty one years ago one thing has remained totally constant - the times at which we eat our meals.
This has remained constant as far as the farmer is concerned throughout his life and I suspect it is true of many farming families.
When the breadwinner works from home and is often several fields away, doing something like ploughing a field, harvesting a crop, managing livestock, then he needs to know more or less exactly when to break off what he is doing and come indoors for a meal.
Our meals, set in stone, follow a pattern: breakfast is at seven (and I don't mean five minutes past), lunch (our main meal of the day) is at half past twelve, tea is a five o'clock and our supper drink is at ten o'clock.
At first I found this an odd arrangement because over the years, in my first marriage, meals had always been moveable feasts. But now, after all this time, I find there is a certain logic behind this and it does split the day up nicely into neat portions.
This morning's 'neat portion' was exercise for the over sixties with friend W. One hour's concentrated exercise - I suppose that by a young person's standard the format is gentle, but believe me marching on the spot with knees raised and arms swung does get a bit tiring after five minutes or so. We come home having exercised most of the muscles in our bodies - and we feel better for it.
After lunch there is always the dog walk. The moment I put my empty coffee cup on the table (every dog owner will recognise this) Tess appears at my side and fixes me with a stare. If I need to go to the bathroom before the walk, she waits on the bottom step and stares at me as I come down the last few steps.
It is now half past seven in the evening - my first opportunity today to actually switch on the computer. Still, all this activity is far better than sitting about wondering what to do. Wouldn't you agree?