Tuesday. What can I say. Tuesday, December 10, 2024 can eat a bag of dicks.
Well, it started Monday night, where there was an issue with a cat. So I didn't get to bed until midnight, and didn't actually get to sleep until closer to 2am.
I was
supposed to be driving out the gate at 4am to get down to Myrtleford. But due to the lack of sleep, I didn't get out of bed until 4am, to find an empty house water tank. Took a solid 15 minutes to prime the fucking transfer pump. Drove out the gate at 5am.
30 minutes later, hook a left at Hattah, and ten minutes after that, a fucking huge feral pig comes bolting out of the undergrowth on the side of the road. Fucking whump into the side of the car. Fuck.
If it was just the door and running board it would be easy sorted, but no, it's bent the sill panel directly under the pillar. So that's both work utes now requiring hefty panel beating.
Get to Swan Hill and forget to ask for large coffee so receive a thimble.
Pull up on farm, go to find my impact driver. Fuck. It's not even just still at home. It's at the machine dealer I was working at the Saturday before.
Thankfully the actual tractoring work I was there to do went well. But I was still well shagged by the time I arrived at the motel in Beechworth. Just wanted to go for a ride to clear the head and put the crappy day behind me.
But no, Evie had other ideas. UDH bolt cracks loose when I try to take the axle out. I'm putting it down to how tired I was, but it was embarrassingly long before I noticed the second Allen key hole. I did make it out for a half hour roll around though.
Then, as I'm waiting for my Chinese take away to appear.....