43H stops hibernation!

Now the H is another matter, maybe that is what I need, another tractor to relieve stress. Been kind of grouchy this week. Started the London deliveries, some old girl thought I almost ran over her BMW, called the boss. He told her if there were no trucks on the streets of London, she may have to drive a long way for her food and clothing. These city folks want every thing at their finger tips, but not the trucks that bring it to them. Guess we should follow the Mennonite idea and use horse and wagon, let them complain about horse dung on the street. I can just see London now if everything that moves by truck suddenly got moved by horse and wagon. Might give them a better excuse for why the Thames smells so bad.

Now maybe that trip east is just what I need. Marg. and I were down in upstate NY last week had a run through the Allegany Mountains. Reminded us a lot of eastern Nova Scotia, except as Marg. pointed out, NO OCEAN. Oh for that ocean salt in the air, good for the human body and soul, but hard on cars.

Do you suppose someone could scare me up a feed of salt herring and blue potatoes. One needs enough black rum to eliminate the need for picking the bones out of the herring. Marg. will take lobster.