Much debate in our house at present as to whether we invest in a new building for farm (hopefully making money) or a new roof on house (no capital return but necessary). I’m not one for scare tactics but have advised Mike to always wear pyjamas to bed, then if the roof caves in at least when the emergency services pull us (or our bodies) out from the rotten timbers we will be respectable.
James is back to help us out for a few days a week. This is brilliant, I felt as if a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders. So far he and Mike have not had too many rows even though Mike forgets that James is now a ‘proper grown up’ and not 17 (those were the days!). They don’t know it but even when they do argue it sounds like a Monty Python sketch. The funniest was when Mike threatened to dock £10 from an 18 year old James’s wage for going to the loo at the wrong time. Meanwhile I sat back and laughed until I had tears pouring down my cheeks which probably didn’t help matters.