A fairly normal day. Picking peppers in the morning and sorting them in the afternoon
At 4.00, after we had done the mandatory 8 hours, Gideon showed what a sly and spineless bastard he is by allowing Godwin, Olly and me to finish work early so we could get ready for the Christmas Eve bash. He knows full well that the pub doesn't open until 9.00. Obviously he didn't want to waste money paying us overtime so he just got Sumbad and Banjo to do the clearing up.
We got to the pub at about 9.30 and spent/lost 50 shekels. I think only about 40 shekels went on beer so we probably had 11 or 12 pints as they cost 3.50 each. We left the pub at 3.00 in quite a sorry state. Olly was up to his usual tricks, wittering on to complete strangers about what a great dog George is for coming down to the pub every night. Also he spoke to some blonde-haired girl for a while until he decided that she had told him to piss off. She had said no such thing, of course.
We spoke to several people whilst peeing in the bush outside the pub (the pub has no toilet). One of them was a nice bloke from Zimbabwe called Brian. He said that we could stay at some address he was going to give us next time he saw us in the pub. Trouble is that neither of us can remember whether the address is actually in Zimbabwe or some islands off the coast of Mozambique he was talking about.
Olly had a very emotional spell when we got back to the farm, triggered by a large quantity of lager and his Xmas present from Kris. The present was a tiny and unpleasant-tasting Christmas cake bought from BHS. It was a particularly shocking experience as we had confidently predicted a Terry's Chocolate Orange, and were quite looking forward to it.
Olly is not having much luck with Kris's little gifts. So far his imitation Swiss Army knife has fallen apart and his Terry's Chocolate Orange turned out to be a Christmas cake. Perhaps the emergency blanket will give him frostbite up Kilimanjaro.
The emotional spell involved sitting in the farmer's garden saying nothing and wandering up and down the street shouting at people who weren't there.
At 4.00, after we had done the mandatory 8 hours, Gideon showed what a sly and spineless bastard he is by allowing Godwin, Olly and me to finish work early so we could get ready for the Christmas Eve bash. He knows full well that the pub doesn't open until 9.00. Obviously he didn't want to waste money paying us overtime so he just got Sumbad and Banjo to do the clearing up.
We got to the pub at about 9.30 and spent/lost 50 shekels. I think only about 40 shekels went on beer so we probably had 11 or 12 pints as they cost 3.50 each. We left the pub at 3.00 in quite a sorry state. Olly was up to his usual tricks, wittering on to complete strangers about what a great dog George is for coming down to the pub every night. Also he spoke to some blonde-haired girl for a while until he decided that she had told him to piss off. She had said no such thing, of course.
We spoke to several people whilst peeing in the bush outside the pub (the pub has no toilet). One of them was a nice bloke from Zimbabwe called Brian. He said that we could stay at some address he was going to give us next time he saw us in the pub. Trouble is that neither of us can remember whether the address is actually in Zimbabwe or some islands off the coast of Mozambique he was talking about.
Olly had a very emotional spell when we got back to the farm, triggered by a large quantity of lager and his Xmas present from Kris. The present was a tiny and unpleasant-tasting Christmas cake bought from BHS. It was a particularly shocking experience as we had confidently predicted a Terry's Chocolate Orange, and were quite looking forward to it.
Olly is not having much luck with Kris's little gifts. So far his imitation Swiss Army knife has fallen apart and his Terry's Chocolate Orange turned out to be a Christmas cake. Perhaps the emergency blanket will give him frostbite up Kilimanjaro.
The emotional spell involved sitting in the farmer's garden saying nothing and wandering up and down the street shouting at people who weren't there.
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