Working for the man AKA my Dad or at least working with my Dad on the farm that he also works on, got a call at ten to eight this morning, lazy agency guy didn’t show up for his second day at work so I am once again standing still for prolonged periods of time and separating bulbs from clods of dirt on a fast moving conveyer belt thing. It’s not so bad, better than where I was working last summer; more breaks, less people, doesn’t remind me so much of school.

I am dog tired though and I START AT SEVEN AM tomorrow and those of you who’ve been with me for a while know what a neglectful blogger I become when I am in the icy cold grip of manual labour, so it would be really cool if you could all bear with me for like a fortnight. I’ll be around, but in a super lacklustre sort of way.