Incomprehensible

Back home. Claire and Megan on a boat out west. I tried to move a tonne of sand down a muddy hill using my diminutive Kubota tractor. I didn't get very far before my clenched buttocks confirmed that I was being silly. I left it chocked on the hill and sought advice from those wiser than myself.

Maybe I should have asked Angus, who just got these grades. When I work out what the certificate says I might be impressed.