23rd September 2025.
Today was a bit of a landmark – we took delivery of Dad’s new tractor. Quite an occasion, really, with even Mum leaving her usual business to step outside for a little look. She gave it a once-over, smiled politely, but when I tried to coax her into having a sit in the cab she just shook her head. According to her, she had “more important things to do than play around with tractors.”
It wasn’t until lunchtime that we discovered what those “more important things” were. The house was full of the rich, spicy scent of Christmas, as Mum had been busy turning the cake mixture into proper Christmas cakes. They were just starting to bake, and the smell was nothing short of glorious. Eric and I both made noises about having a slice straightaway, but Mum quickly reminded me of the little incident yesterday when I tried sneaking a bit of Christmas pudding before it had cooled. Lesson learned—I decided to wait this time.
Before wrapping up for the days work, if one could call it that, Dad and I set to and hitched the seed drill onto his shiny new tractor, while the plough was fitted back on mine, ready for the morning. With a bit of luck, I’ll be back ploughing again tomorrow.
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