Tractors To Tools

As the weeks speed by with absolutely no signs of slowing down, my regional work adventures continue in Girral, NSW.

I've managed to rack up quite a few hours behind the wheel of the tractor by this point, I've ploughed my way through god knows how many paddocks, sown lord knows how many acres of crops, and I've listened to so much Eminem, I could quite possibly take on the man himself in a rap battle. (I obviously wouldn't win, but I'd at least be able to sing all the words to 'Rain Man' for him.)

Filling up the seed bins.

Filling up the seed bins.

I was yet to tire of spending my days in what's effectively a six tonne karaoke capsule, when the rains hit New South Wales, (in a big, big way) and put a halt to our crop sowing. Fortunately, we only had a tiny fraction of a paddock left to sow, and even though the wet weather put a (temporary) end to my new found career as a tractor driver, there is plenty of other work to be getting on with, meaning that I've traded tractors for tools and moved onto house renovations to complete my 88 days of regional work.

And that's how I came to be spending my days feeling like I'm on an episode of DIY SOS - half expecting Nick Knowles to pop out from behind a piece of plasterboard with a sob story. He's not made an appearance so far though, and I'm still undecided on whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.

Grafter.

Grafter.

What's definitely a good thing, is that the joinery may as well be a zoo, for the amount of animals that are just hanging out there. I made lots of new dog friends, tried to make cat friends, (but they were having none of it) and also got to cuddle a puppy. Twenty six years of age, and I still get excited when I see an animal - I've come to accept that this is something that will be with me for life.

Puppy.

Puppy.

I've been pretty terrible at keeping my blog updated recently, but it's honestly because I've been having such a good time. (And I think that's a completely valid excuse!) I'm basically on 'DIY SOS' in the daytimes, and 'Can't Cook, Won't Cook' in the evenings, as we take it in turns to make dinner. Last week we made a fajita cake and I've not really been able to stop thinking about it since. (Though, I am always thinking about food, so that won't come as a huge surprise to many!)

Fajita cake.

Fajita cake.

I've now crossed off thirty seven days of regional work, and I'm genuinely looking forward to crossing off the rest. I've definitely hit the jackpot by landing a spot in Girral!