The usual combination of dull tasks.

Farmer gave us brand new gloves, which was incredibly exciting. He almost ruined it, though, with a titbit of humour, up to his normal standards. I almost died laughing when he demanded $5 for each pair. Ha ha, he's such a card . . . did I say card, I meant wanker.

Capped off the day with a thoroughly revolting meal with no onions and far too much soy sauce and aubergine. I couldn't finish mine, but Olly despatched his with ruthless efficiency.