You never know when to stop. Home early with a
migraine, then when the tablets kick in up and out gardening alternating with
shredding and now look at you. Ice pack on your head, ice bandage round your
right knee, ice block on your left a Peroni in your right hand and voltorol in
your left. You never bloody listen give it a rest. You'll be no good at pick
your own with the kids today unless this was your way of ensuring a ride on the
Big Tractor. Do they have wheelchairs ?
Don't know that the risk assessment covered what
to do when caught out in the middle of a field picking carrots in a thunder
storm and hail stones. But Den's improvisation with the punnets for hats worked
well for a while and you picked up speed as you raced towards the shelter of
the wooden huts but fortunatley the Big Tractor came by just in time. Don't
think the huts would have saved you from Lightening bolts and it was a good job
the tractor was earthed........
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