Today is the day before my daughters thirtieth birthday. How am I old enough to have a daughter of thirty and how has the time gone so quickly?
I have been seed dressing for the last two days and not with my machine. My usual machine has died and is undergoing resurrection, poor thing! Hence I have been lumbered with the other damned machine and I hate it. It blows dust and chaff all over the customers yard and in the gutters as the cyclone isn't large enough to cope with the output from the fan. The mixer has a habit of stopping for no apparent reason, thus blocking up the treater feed auger. This usually happens once a day but if I'm lucky it will happen once with every new customer. The thing should be broken for scrap or given e descent burial or possibly an indecent one. As you will have gathered I hate the thing. Otherwise the day has gone well, even the customer whom I dread, due to his inability to organise a drinking party in an alcohol production establishment, behaved in a semi reasonable way. See you tomorrow.
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