Public holiday here in Queensland, which doesn’t mean much when you’re a farmer. Pulled a pair of jeans on and decided that Maccas probably did me a solid by short-delivering my burger yesterday.
Bearhands and I harvested grass at our home farm in the morning. We were on our last pallets when a friend text me a screen shot of news that Queensland schools would be returning it’s youngest and most senior years next week. The decision means that the girls will continue Distanced Ed until at least 25 May.
I’m not sure if it was the sound of steel on steel from the pallet injector reminding me that this news means we have three more weeks of online violin lessons, but I felt very glum.
Bearhands tried to cheer me up by telling me to cheer up. Its unnecessary for me to say that this was unsuccessful.
Had some lunch then headed to another farm to cut more grass. The girls coloured-in while Bearhands and I cut another ten pallets.
In the late afternoon Bearhands pulled the dingo around to a friend’s house and dug a trench while she and I drank beers at watched.
Dinner was takeaway pizza. My traitorous daughters, who DO NOT know what side their dough is buttered on, declared Domino’s nugget pizza superior to their mother’s. Boo!