First of all, happy birthday, äiti. Muutaman paivan myohassa, mutta koska toivotin hyvaa syntymapaivaa myos muutaman paivan etuajassa, nama kaksi toivotusta varmaan tasapainottavat toisensa ja keskiarvo on hyva.
I will not get injured. I have decided. It seems like everyone working around here injure themselves somehow. Of course, the boss still has his foot in a plaster due to his Achilles tendon. The herd manager hit himself on the thumb with a screwdriver and had to have four stiches put in. The boss' son damaged his finger while driving in posts for a new fence. His hand is bandaged up to the elbow. Another farm hand twisted his knee. The mother-in-law's "tag-along" burnt himself while docking lambs. And what's going to happen to me? Nothing too serious, I've decided (and that's all it takes to keep me healthy, right?).
Oh, and a ewe broke one of my boss' crutches. Vicious animals, those sheep. It raced past him to get to the other ewes. Good thing it didn't break his leg! I started laughing when he showed me the crutch and tag-along said, "It's not funny, you know", and that just cracked me up. I suppose it was safe enough to laugh, since nothing worse happened...
Christmas. Everyone's talking about it. I have no idea what I'll do at Christmas, or where I'll be. It won't be a white Christmas; it's going to be summer. What on earth...? I'm very confused about Christmas at the moment.
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Well, I hope you manage to stay safe (and unharmed!).
I will eventually get round to sending you your letter, but for now life is crazy and writing is one of the last things on my mind. :( I wish I had time to write, not just your letter!
Anywho, that's a lot of injured people!
Xmas is all well and good, but what do you mean you don't know where you'll be?
Oh, right, the 3 months are up. What now?
Miss ewe. ;D
Love you too.
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