Assumption Confirmation.

 Friday 8th August 2025.

We have found out today that the person who came in the field the other day with Uncle Ken is not actually the one who wants the baling doing. He was enquiring for a farmer nieghbour of his who has had an accident and is unable to do it himself. He was going to organise a contractor to go in and do it, but when telling Ken and Carole of the accident Ken decided to volunteer my services. It's typical Ken, as those that have got to know him will appreciate. Dad didn't agree to it straight off as he wasn't happy with the way Ken went and roped me in. However dad is not one to turn his back on someone in trouble when asked to help. So today I am at home and then for the weekend I will be working away again. Firstly baling for the accident man and then catching up for Uncle Ken. So definitely rockin' and rollin' for the next few days.

Me, Eric and Nigel had a bit of a laugh this morning. They brought me a pallet of twine round with the telehandler. Nigel driving and Eric walking. Eric crept up behind and gave my platted pony tail a little tug, as he often does. It's just fun and I don't mind as he doesn't hurt me at all. But when he pulled it I spun round half expecting one of his rib grabs. I don't think Nigel has caught on yet as to what my relationship with Eric is, and so decided to be my knight in shining armour.

"You can do him for that, harassment in the work place!"

Instinct alone told me that he just went in the wrong place with that remark. He didn't have enough humour in his voice as he said it.

So before Eric got chance to respond, I quickly stepped in. Walking up to Nigel I asked, even though I heard him quite clearly the first time, "What did you say?" Not in a confrontational way, just calmly.

"Him, he shouldn't do that, it's sexual harassment!" He said, while glancing towards Eric. If he was joking he wasn't convincing me of that.

I was then very bad, although it was just said in fun really, trying to lighten the mood. No malice intended in the slightest, "You mean like trying to get a peak up the leg of a girls shorts every time she gets in and out of her tractor!"

I though he was going to bust a blood vessel, his face went like a beetroot. I did feel sorry, honest.

"I guess, in a way." He said quietly half under his breath, before sloping off behind the baler with a couple of spools of twine.

Of course Eric as mildly amused by it all, "It looks like you hit the nail on the head there."

I think we all learned a lesson, as there was no back chat from Nigel and Eric knew better than to say anything to him. Me, I didn't learn anything new, I just had my assumptions confirmed. 

To his credit Nigel soon got over his dilemma and surprisingly after loading all the boxes on his side of the baler came round and asked me to show him again how I like the spools joining together. Which I was more than pleased to show him. 

So, if that's not progress, I don't know what is.