It hads been a long spell on the combine, but an enjoyable one. After a misty morning, the day had blown up into a smashing afternoon and while the wretched showers had threatened, they held off. It was good to have made a start on the harvest – waiting is awful. The house was in darkness when I arrived home. Mrs P had got the hair done – a big job with new colouring – for her nephew’s wedding the following day, but it would be morning before I’d see the result.