I awake and look out of the bedroom window to see one abandoned tractor blocking all views of the flowerbeds I have spent months weeding and planting, waiting for that burst of colour that, if I could see beyond the happy farmer’s machinery, is there.
Happy potter apparently burst a pipe on the loader of the tractor in our absence, and the farmer’s old lady spewed black oil all over our yard before the happy potter managed to drag her and abandon her in front of the flowerbeds – welcome home then!
The tractor sat for the first day, the happy farmer was too busy checking the animals and getting things back on track.
The second day came and after much ear chewing from the happy farmer's wife the morning was spent tackling the old lady’s machinery, getting those tractor parts back in working order. Of course it doesn't go according to plan, and a lot of huffing and puffing from the old lady and the disgruntled happy farmer and much oil later, and eventually a smile was put back on that happy farmer’s wife’s face. The old lady chugged gracefully away from the flower bed and back across the farm yard well out of the happy farmer's wife's sight. Flowers back in full bloom and insight. Two smiling ladies then!
Word must have got out that she was once again in fine form, and I am talking the tractor here, as a little while later, just when the happy farmer was about to get on with some of the other much needed tasks around the farm, he got an invitation. The pleasure of his company and that of his old lady tractor was requested immediately to go and spend an afternoon towing a tractor and topper out of a local duck pond, courtesy of the local gamekeepers.
One happy frustrated farmer arrived home much later with one muddy tractor and two happy game keepers each with big smiles and huge thirsts. The rescue operation had been a success!
Until next time….