Calm In The Storm.

 Because of the rain over the last few days dad said this morning that it would be fine for me to do some work with the cultivator. So today I have been out in the field all day working over some ground. There was quite a thunderstorm later on this afternoon just as I was working on the headlands. It gave me a special feeling that I would find it hard to explain to another person. All was chaos around me while I was safe, warm and dry in my little glass bubble. The way the rain as hitting the glass it made me think of the night I arrived at the big house in Scotland. Although the similarity stops there, that night I was neither warm nor dry.

Talking of my time in the big house. Someone asked me the other day following the conclusion of grandfathers lost sock. What happened to my own socks that he took from me. So below I will just explain what I should have done in the previous entry.

As was usually the case after a meal, I would help clear away the things from the staff room. So by the time I got back to our flat grandfather was on his couch watching the news. So I just shot straight through to my room. He didn't make any sign that he even noticed me, let alone had any sort of confrontation which I was expecting. As soon as I entered through the end of the curtain in to my room I saw straight away in a pile on my bed were all my socks that grandfather took away when he had hidden his own for me to find under the couch. All the time my socks had been away from me they have remained on the end of the sideboard thing in the living room. I think he left them in full view of me to serve as a constant reminder. Either that or a constant temptation to me to try and sneak some of them back. Before finding his sock I was pretty sure that was the whole point of what was happening. To see how long I could resist not taking some of them back. Anyway I was very pleased to get them. Whilst I did manage without them by wearing odd socks or my school socks when he wasn't around, I had to always be on alert for him spotting me. I was so pleased that when I left my room, after putting my sock back where they belonged, I was of the mind to thank him for their return. But as he never even acknowledged me all night I never bothered.

I think that this time that really is the end of "The Lost Sock."