Mrs Down's Diary

SEVERAL months ago I wrote a rather derisive article on the campaign run to attach a piece of green baler band to anything around a farm that constituted a health and safety threat. If I remember correctly it was to remind you to take care. A promise to come home safely.

I even got into a bit of a hissy fitty spat with a friend about it '“ low level '“ as she thought it was a great idea and sent off for a bundle of the things. Which, as she says, she promptly forgot about and stuffed into a drawer and did nothing about. Till this week.

Jess, my granddaughter, and I had been to stay with these friends for a few days. They run a livery service and, as an ex riding instructress, I knew Jess would enjoy, riding under the tutelage of my friends expert advice. Jess had a brilliant time. Totally in change of three lads older than herself, 12, 15 and 20. Each of them willing to indulge her in games of football, junior monopoly and scrabble, collecting eggs and feeding the rainbow trout. Heaven.

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From a distance we could see the boys at work with their father cutting down branches of trees in their woods to make up into bags of logs for wood burners. Two of the boys came in to drive into town with us. My friend's husband carried on with other work until time came to take their daughter for a driving lesson.

For full story see West Sussex Gazette April 29

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