early morning tractor call...

There was once a time when having a massive tractor cutting grass in the park outside our window at 7am would have caused much swearing, much shouting, much 'how dare those bastards'-ing.

Put it this way, a stiff letter would have been written to the boys brigade (who own the park) asking what on earth they thought they were doing.

Nowadays, of course, a tractor at ANY time of the day is a sight to behold for a certain someone. And it meant I was able to get ready for work with plenty time to spare.

Thanks Tractor!