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The strawberries got mashed with the tattie masher. The grapes, I'm not detailing the methodology, 'cept to say it's a bit of an old joke about how grapes get mashed, I believe it still happens, largely as a tourist spectacle, in parts of Portugal, and I washed my feet first. I spent ages trying to persuade herself to do it: the wine could have been some sort of Rab Burns special, grapes pressed on a July night, by an Ayrshirewoman, heavy with child... Instead of which they were pressed by a porridge faced geordie fella. It was great fun. 2005. What a vintage!
So, I read all of your May and June and July and most of Sunday morning passed quietly while Lynn was sleeping on the put-u-up that is our bed while the rest of the house is being made livable.
ReplyDeleteNoticed that nothing has changed with GECOL and Bell, nor with life in Libya. (I almost put a capital L on "life" but resisted the temptation as it isn't really life, just an existance)
Don't know if you have had word, but someone else was shafted in the hotel just after the end of the last working day. Will those people never learn that they need to
1.select competent people as managers
2.follow their own disciplinary procedure.
3.treat people like human beings.
They repeat the same unacceptable actions without learning a thing.
If I knew how to do it I could add lots of pictures of the evolving house, the growing garden and the growing foal.
Robin gratefully abandoned us and settled into a flat in town - people live there, apparently !
Holly started an apprenticeship in a florist's.
I'm dragging an employer through the industrial tribunal for ripping up my contract.
And the builders appear or don't and work progress is either phenomenal or not at all.
The harvest came and went and shifting 2 tonnes of straw into the barn buggers you - fortunately beer breaks are frequent.
The chief reason Pad and I went when we did was to avoid the last-day-at-the-hotel-shafting, which seemed a fair likelihood.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know someone else was sacked. One of the new lads, was it?
Why don't you get a blog? Be good to follow the events on your farm.