We took our little old tractor to the Speech House vintage show. Mike & Johnny had a brilliant day. The general consensus of opinion was ‘do not renovate’. Leave it alone, which is politely referred to as ‘barn condition’.
Two little boys looked over at the tractor, one said “I love it, old things are great” the other said “I have never seen such a pile of ****”. Ah well, just glad the second child was not one of mine, feel sorry for anybody who could be like that at six years old.
When I relayed this story to our ‘rugby mad’ apprentice he made a face as if I had run over his dog, equaled only by the face he made when I told him I fell asleep during a James Bond film.
I promise this farm can be as lovely in Winter as any other time and the holiday cottage prices are good value.
Flicking through the diary I found a letter (obviously written last year in December), a ‘self-nag’ reminding me of the horror of not being ready for Christmas, including an accident and stitches from rushing with power tools. While fresh in my mind I set forth and purchased a turkey and have made the cake. I just have to hand-paint the card which seems to now be expected by family and friends and I too can be as smug as my friend Rachel whose card is the first to hit the mat in December.