The day before

One a.m.  And wake with a start...rain! YUS. Open the bedroom door to listen and imagine the holiday extending. Rain. Grass.  Happy cows. Rain stops but take a photo of the truck waiting patiently in the driveway. It will happen. Go back to bed and allow the wee small hour terrors to overtake. Obviously not going anywhere and three weeks of housework all there is to look forward to.

First light and I'm off out to the rain gauge to check the state of precipitation. 2 mls. OH FFS I could spit more than that.

At five a.m. the relief milker has turned up but soon after milking is at the house reporting mechanical problems. Soon fixed.....well maybe not so much fixed as patched up with fingers crossed. And then good news that rain is expected for the weekend. Best beloved makes the call we are going tomorrow morning. ETD 10:00am

Three weeks of housework now condensed down into one day. Priorities constructed around the possibility that we are killed on the road.  Worst of the grot subdued back to a tad grubby in the sure knowledge that my darling eldest daughter knows, should the worst happens, she is up here instigating damage control.