Three

The big end baring is still hanging out of the engine block on cylinder three but the engine is still usable.

We only plan to tip several loads of muck onto the paddock before retiring this sixty-one year old tractor. We inflated a large tractor tyre with a cheap RAC electric pump.

I suspect sabotage, nothing was wrong with this tractor before the big end smashed through the engine casing. Anyhow, the tractor is running and will do the job.

Today one of my teeth crumbled into my almond croissant. The dentist in Jedburgh has been obfuscating treatment, I've waited five months, then having my appointment cancelled, they told me I had to wait another two months before I hung up the phone; I'll be saving my pennies and pay to go private.

Whilst in Kelso we purchased croppers, patio weeder, and a rose bush for my garden. If I'd been temporary rehoused in Kelso, not to Hawick, I would not of met Charlie. Still feel as though I am being followed; more so as we left the cafe, and garden centre in Kelso.

These marigold flowers have grown beautifully, they were from a pack of mixed wild flower seeds I purchased online; had no idea what would come up. At least my flowers aren't Anglophobic from being grown in Scottish soil; Anglophobes curse themselves.

Anglophobia is excusable, racism is not, so it seems.