Snarly dawg

The weather is meant to become colder this week and apparently there is an increased risk of snow.
The TV and newspapers are going mad with tales of impending doom and 'arctic freeze' stories.
It's winter for heavens sake - what did you expect ?
I am due to go and have a look at a Case Magnum 310 this week. It's a bigger lump of a thing than I was initially looking to buy but I'm coming to the conclusion that I'd rather have the grunt and power at the end of the day. I could look at the smaller Magnums but you then need the horses to get the gretol chunk of iron moving in the first place ! This end of the market does tend to rule out the Fastrac as I am not over keen on the 8000 series but it does bring the 8r Deeres into the equation but you seem to get a lot more machine for your money with the Case.
Well, that's the theory...

I'm currently on the lookout for decent self employed staff. There are loads of guys out there who are willing to work but a much smaller number who have a degree of common sense and the ability to think for themselves. I suppose I have always been fortunate in having some of the best guys around and this does tend to highlight those who have less drive and the inability to sort out the simplest of problems.
I think it's worth waiting to find the right people rather than just accept those who are 'nearly good enough'. You would have thought that a recession would give you quite a broad field of talents from which to pick.
Apparently not.

The weekend was a good laugh and I managed to bag a few partridges and down the odd glass of port, cherry brandy, sloe gin...
I took the dawg along and he had a real blast but as the day wore on and he became more tired and started to ache, he became more and more angry. He started becoming angry with partridges, trees, gate posts, squirrels, rooks, nettles, brambles, old people, young people, Labradors, Spaniels, empty cartridges, twigs, Mitsubishi's, fence posts and dead pheasants.
I seem to remember a comment regarding him being fairly snarly and that they wondered where he could have got that from...
Later that evening I drew along to a wedding reception, had a sausage roll and a grin with some friends, insulted a few guests, farted and went home.
The dawg was still fairly snarly when I got back...