Work Just Gets In The Way of Fun....
I'm sure nobody has missed me....
The kids tell me they miss me, the Wife claims to miss me. Truth be told I miss them too.
I've missed FWispace too. I've not had much internet access for the last week or so and for the month before that I just haven't had time to draw breath.
Now it's calmed down a little I'm trying to catch up on what has been going on.
I'm working away at the moment in Bournemouth this week. Have been really busy getting ready for this three weeks of manic work. I've worked 100 hours this week so far.. No I'm not milking cows, But I am up at 0500 each morning and last night I did not finish work till 2230. In fact I'm sure milking would be much easier. I feel like I've been milked though...
I can't tell you exactly what I'm doing, for if the boss reads this I might as well be writing my P45, but I go to Manchester next on Thursday.
Anyway, more farming things...The Weather has been awful. As I left Essex on the 5th September, combining there was just about finished. I had been into Dorset on the 3rd September by the train and there was a lot still to be done. However when I returned on the 10th most of it had been cleared. But colleagues who arrived through Oxfordshire reported that Combining was still struggling on.
Did anyone else in Dorset and surrounding area suffer the Horrendious Halestorm we had here on Friday afternoon? The temperature plummeted approximately 8 degrees C in minutes with a thunder storm of which I have not experienced for a long time. It was just like the monsoon rains I have been in. Sadly, I didn't get any photographs as I was desperatley trying to save all the equipment from the flood water that was inundating us. We have dried out now, but with the hours I've been doing it seems such a long time ago.
I do like Bournemouth though. The beach is so isolated from the town and all you can hear when on the beach is the sea..............................
I still want to be a farmer. Am I mad?
I'm sure it was on FWispace that I read that Farming was "A Calling." I certainly think it's in the blood. My son announce the other day, without prompting, that he wanted to be a Farmer. That's My Boy...
Hopefully I'll get time to get back on before too long.
Meanwhile I'll leave you with a postcard.
Wish I was there with you....