Welcome back once again. Now we're farming. We really are. Had to get the Massey out today as dumpy had left 40cm or so over night for us to plough. No idea where we've been, or where we're going, but there's been plenty of faceshots, plenty of pillow-biting and plenty of "Sloth, where are you?". Hot damn. Lightest driest neige we've known.
So come on dance with me Michael. Right, then. Right then. Right. Then. Let's go get some dinner.
p.s. thanks for arranging the massage chair, that's sorted my aging back right out.
p.p.s. keep me burning till the break of day. Sing hosanna, sing hosanna, sing hosanna to the king of kings.
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