Big Changes.

 Monday 1st September 2025.

There was a strange feeling to the farm this morning. I think we had all got used to watching for Steve and Nigel showing up for work, it was like they had been here forever, and now they weren't. I've spent sixteen years of my life in Coventry and another one in Scotland plus seven months here and during that seven months I've felt my life, disrupted I guess, by the changing seasons more than I ever did in the previous seventeen years all put together. In Coventry I hardly ever noticed the seasons change other than for such as Christmas or Halloween, stuff like that. Here though it seems like not only my life changes, and not just for a long weekend or whatever, but seemingly forever. I know it will all come around again, as long as I'm still here. But just in little more than a couple of weeks life, the look and feeling of everything has completely changed. I went a ride on the bicycle after dinner and even that has changed. The countryside was buzzing, the air was warm and seemingly the day went on forever. Tonight it was wet, there was nothing happening and it was virtually dark by the time I free wheeled in to the yard.

There now follows the second part of the back entry that I started yesterday.

Lost Sock - The Conclusion.

I sat on the edge of the couch, just staring at it. Trying to work out how could this be? It sat there looking back for all the world like the missing sock. All folded neatly as is if it were still in grandfathers sock draw where it should have been. I might be a lazy bitch who cuts corners and takes other people for fools, thinking they won't notice if I don't move the furniture to vacuum under them and such like. But I like to think that I'm not that stupid as to not realise that I'd walked right in to a trap. Worst still, one of HIS traps. In fact as I sat there it was slowly dawning on me that I had been in the trap for weeks and hadn't even realised. He had ridiculed and taunted many times. Sitting here I felt sick to the core.

I'm trying to think what to do. What can I do? I can put the couch back like I just vacuumed around it again. But now I knew what secret it was hiding, I'm not a person who can live with such knowledge and be unaffected by it. I can just put the sock back in his draw and say nothing. I can take it and hide it somewhere else. There is only one conclusion that I can rightly think of that makes sense to me. That is to just present it to him and absorb the consequences, after all, it's what I've become good at over the past year. I've decided that the best time to do this is at dinner tonight, at least there will be people around to either quell or witness his spitting fury.

I don't know, but I suspected that by the time he arrived down to dinner he knew the sock had been discovered. In fact I'm sure he was busting a gut to check every time I vacuumed the room, that's the sort of person he is.

I waited for everyone to get there and then I took a deep breath and stood up to face grandfather, "I'd like to make an apology to my grandfather before we start if I may."

He told me to sit down and shut up!

I was about to comply when Miss Oliver said, "No, please carry on, such traits are to be encouraged if necessary and sincere."
I got back to my feet and turned once again to face grandfather who was doing his best to ignore the situation by just staring down at the table. He had a strange look about him. I expected him to be angry and gloating but if I didn't know him better I would have said that he was the one getting beaten down upon and not me.

I took the sock out of my pocket and put it on the table in front of him, "I'm sorry grandfather, I found this under the couch when cleaning. I realise that if I'd been doing my job properly I would have found it sooner. please forgive my slack attitude, I promise to try harder in the future, although I do find that couch very hard to move by myself."

"It took you long enough!" is all he said and whipped the sock away to the pocket of his jacket.

"I think this sounds to me like a full evaluation in to what has happened and how it has been resolved. We will incorporate it in to your improvement curriculum at some point. Now you can sit down and resume." Was Miss Oliver's response to this.

As I sat I noticed Cindy hiding a smile with her hand, Ivan was just staring at me with a blank pained expression, like I was the weirdest thing he had ever laid eyes on and had no idea what to make of me.

I expected some kind of retribution or at least a smart comment from grandfather when we were next alone but there was never another word said by him about the lost sock.