I have commented before about what a strange job I have, visiting people, drinking tea, eating their cake and listening to their life story is one aspect of it, which is why yesterday I was in a cellar playing trains and today I was clambering over a wall to view something that the owner thought the least interesting aspect of his persona, the fact that he kept falcons. Looking at these amazing birds made a change from looking at someones collection of DVD's. It also meant I was late home. Again. (I hasten to add I was not late home because I was playing trains)
Weekend jobs will hopefully include some time to resurrect Trixie trailer who has waited patiently for attention since I last drove her and burst two tyres after an over ambitious feed run. Nearly two years ago! Time flies, especially here!
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