Saturday 9th August 2025.
Part One.
I'm thinking that Nigel thinks I shouldn't be out working in the fields, I reckon he hates how I get to do the baling. He keeps on bragging about how many bales he can do in the day compared to me. That's one reason why I got annoyed this morning when I caught him on my tractor, you can just tell when someone is getting big idea's can't you.
Also I was apprehensive going doing work for someone else who I wasn't familiar with. I wasn't like ready to commit suicide over it or anything, but it was worrying me. Mostly with regard to finding the place. It's not like when driving a car, I can't just do a three point turn if I go the wrong way. Then as I was leaving everyone was telling me to be careful what I'm doing like I was suddenly useless or something.
"Just take your time Katie, don't go feeling rushed in to anything." Said dad.
"I won't." Replied I trying to think what I might be in danger of getting rushed in to. Lambing season is well past. I definitely was detecting some kind of under current though.
"Yeh, Just carry on like you have been, remember what you've been taught." Chimed in Eric.
"Flippin' heck! What's up with you all this morning?" I asked feeling well worried now.
"There's nothing wrong, we just don't want any accidents or anything, that's all." Said mum.
I put it down to going somewhere new, and they were having the same feelings as me about it.
There then followed a round of, have you got this, have you remembered that, and did you check the other! I was sort of glad when the door closed behind me, also a little sad that I had to depart in such an exasperating way.
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