A LUCKY ROBIN.

 It was blasted cool first thing, not quite a frost but as near as damn it is to swearing to one. I had a pleasant wander and luckily for a Robin came back via the combine. It needs a new bearing in the grain elevator, an oil change and the diesel topping off before it's put away but the bearing hasn't arrived so those are jobs that can wait; my sort of tasks.

It's parked on the tilt so that we could get underneath to blow it off after the harvest. I looked up and saw a Robin flitting about the cab. Some dozy blighter must have shut it in, good job I spotted it as it had been there for a couple of days. Everybody else was away at Robins fart muck shifting Bridge of Earn way but the boss must have heard the cab door slam and came out to check it wasn't gypos. I told her it was only a Robin and she asked if I'd let it go. Told I'd only opened the door to chuck rocks at it. A pound to a penny she'll have to go to make sure it's gone.

I suspect these are the last of the flowers for this year.

I'll take a guess and say Ox-eye Daisies but please don't take my word for it. 

I'm about 20% of the way through the Comoran Strike book that I downloaded at vast expense. It's okay, a bit of the Chick Lit about it but I consider it no bad thing to admit to having a feminine side. If I start hankering after ladies clothes and makeup I'll bin the book before it does permanent damage. One has to be careful these days.

I see the students are more than a little peeved to have been conned into paying for courses and accommodation only to be locked in. That should mean years of Marxist indoctrination negated. Good, happen knock some sense into them.

Enjoy what's left of the weekend.