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Good morning World, it's me again !It doesn't matter how I prepare myself, anticipate or dread that phone call, when it comes we have to jump...well, maybe stumble and hop into action. Frantic phone calls to friends and family at first met with..sorry going camping, hiking, work.....visiting the distant cousin of my 3rd divorced wife...things were looking bleak. Greg and I hitched up the trailer and headed out to the field...all alone..aaaah. ( actually, I lie, there was a very enthusiastic member of the team, Bran couldn't wait !!) First sight of the field, with 946 bales of hay lying like dead bodies waiting for pick up and ok, I'm done, its time for a marguarita, lets go home was my first instinct ! I dont get off that easy, 154 bales later ( funny how they start off like annorexic corpses and by the time the trailer is loaded I'm dragging sumos around.) It was about 8.30pm when the last sumo was dumped on the trailer, about 9.30 when we stumbled into the house. I ate egg on toast in bed and think I woke up wearing the plate! I think Greg got into bed !! It was the next day and I can say we have great friends and family..(or maybe it was "feel sorry for the oldies day"). next day and the day after we had volunteers like little ants running round the field. Thanks guys, we love you all and REALLY appreciate your kindness (and muscles). We are attaching some photos of the frolicking on the field and barn. Time to get down for another fun filled day. Take care, M.
Its me, Maureen, (the Boss)