A strong east wind colder than ever. No. 2 burner on red first thing. Got a new jet. 80° spread. Finished the fence round the new office. Cleared silage bins again.
(More from my mum on Roy Allen, my mum’s cousin. “When I was about 3 he shot me in the stomach with an air gun. Then they went to live in Crosby and when my Grandma died they all fell out about who should have what she left, particularly a piano. So Grandad walked out but not before punching Uncle John, so they didn’t speak until good old Aunty Girlie turned up at Mum’s about 40 years later.”)