Walking to my tractor I spotted someone sitting in the seat. Thankfully I had the keys with me, I always remove them when working on the baler so no one can inadvertently start up the tractor when I'm working on the baler. It turned out to be Nigel. This didn't improve my mood one bit.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked him, in a sharp manner. Too aggressive I now feel.
"I'm just looking." Was his reply.
"Well you needn't bother, just get off, I need to get going."
"And look at yer, friggin' boots all over my carpet." I said in exasperation.
This is not what I needed this morning.
"They're clean, anyway don't worry, I'm going. You wouldn't catch me driving this piece of shit anyway even if it was the only tractor on the farm!"
He then proceeds to give me a list of things that were so much better about HIS tractor. Well that was it, Katie was annoyed!
"In case he haven't noticed you don't have a tractor here on this farm, you just get to drive one of ours when my dad says you can, and besides which, dad lets you use the one with all the driver aids on it because he knows I can drive a tractor without them."
With that I got on the tractor and drove off - he wasn't smiling today as I drove past, he didn't even look at me.
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