Dad told me last night, or rather, this morning, to turn my alarm off as there was no need to rush to get up. Everyone had been given the day off so there was reason why I shouldn't have one too. Anyway he need not have bothered as I still work up naturally at seven fifteen, which is only fifteen minutes after my alarm would have gone off anyway. However I did stay in bed for another half hour. There was a time when I could stay in bed doing nothing for several hours at a time. I was rarely up before ten on a weekend or holidays but it seems that now I am either asleep or wanting to get up, I can't just lie there. I think that maybe the difference now is that I have more to get up for. Even though I wasn't going to be doing anything on the farm today, there was breakfast to make and lay the table for. Dad was out seeing to the cattle so I could go and see how he was getting on.
As it was I messaged dad, then took a shower, by which time there was a reply to my message when I returned to my room. "I'm doing fine my dear, nearly done so stay where you are. Love dad xx."
So with that I went and helped mum by letting her know that dad wouldn't be long, and laying the table for breakfast. While I was waiting for dad to arrive I had a quick scan through the Farmers Weekly. Whereupon I couldn't help drooling over the picture of a Massey Ferguson 8s!!
After breakfast mum and I went to church, everyone was so pleased to see me. Some of them expressed concerns that I was never to return. Moss being one of those, which I think must have had something to do with him seeing fit to come clean over being the one to be making me the cake every week. He even started showing me pictures of all the amazing wedding cakes he has made for people over the years, even offering to make mine when the time comes! On hearing that mum decided that it was time to leave, or maybe she was leaving anyway!
Victoria sponge cakes made for me by Moss.
Dad was waiting for us when we got back as he was treating me and mum to dinner out at a pub. It was a nice enough day to sit and eat outdoors which I've come to enjoy doing. There was a time when I hardly ever went outdoors unless I was forced to go to the shops or something. I would never have dreamt of eating outdoors.
On the way home we called in at a village fete that was local to the pub we had visited. It was quite pleasant although a lot of it was finished by the time we arrived.
This evening has been spent sitting on the sofa snuggled up to dad watching a TV program called 'Ridley'. We must have both dozed off as I woke up at one point with a wet knee where dad had gone and spilt what was left of his whiskey on it. He blamed me for going to sleep on the job. I usually manage to catch it before it spills anywhere. Mum says he should just pour the stuff straight down the drain and have done with it, save spilling it all over the place and messing a glass up. Mum never says anything like that without cracking me up. Poor dad he gets no sympathy.
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