Sunday is of course a day of rest. And so we had something like a day of rest. No-one surfaced until about 10:30 which was just as well because I had had a really bad night – at 04:00 I was still awake and I don’t know why.<\/p>\n
After a leisurely breakfast Darren and I went up to the tyre shop with the intention of changing a tyre on a tractor but the farmer hadn’t left us the wheel and so we had to rule that out, so we came home and spent the rest of the afternoon loading up the engine out of Darren’s pulling truck onto the flatbed of his lorry. I didn’t mention, did I, that at the tractor pull at Millinocket last weekend, the pulling truck threw a con-rod out through the sump and it’s made something of a mess of the sump and block. It’s going to have to go back to the makers this weekend in New Hampshire for them to have a look at it and see where it all went wrong.<\/p>\n
Some time during the procedure I had an attack of cramp and it’s probably the worst that I’ve had so far. It didn’t ease up as quickly as it normally does and even several hours later I was having difficulty moving about. <\/p>\n
After tea, Rachel and I had a very long chat and then I went for an early night to recover from the difficult night that I had had on Saturday night.<\/p>\n
