My father is not one to get too excited about things. No rush, no stress, just takes everything at a nice, sedate pace. So when he went off to get parts to attempt to fix our old Zetor, I expected him to return around dinnertime, when we could merrily argue our way into the evening trying to figure out the issues in the fuel line. It came as a complete surprise then to get a text from him out of the blue telling me he had “bought a four-wheel-drive tractor”.