It is cloudy, cool and still today - the perfect day for spreading slurry and every farmer in the neighbourhood, including this one, is doing just that. For anyone who is unsure exactly what slurry is - it is a mixture of cattle poo and water mainly - from the milking parlours and the cattle sheds. It all goes into a lagoon - usually a round tank - and when the tank is full it has to be emptied.
Today the ground is dry enough, so that's why everybody is at it. The farmer is finished more or less, just tidying up with a few friends and neighbours with odd fields here and there. Once they are all done then he will wash off the spreader and park it up. Then he will wash off his waterproof jacket because something got stuck in the slurry pipe and at one point he managed to catch a shower of the stuff down the front of his jacket. His perfume at lunch time was divine, but as every field for a mile around is plastered with the stuff it doesn't make a lot of difference. The perfume was seeping through every orifice in the house anyway.
If this was 'smelly-vision' you would no doubt catch a whiff too.
Meantime, in a fit of enthusiasm, I have sorted out all my black and navy blue T shirts and washed, dried and ironed them all. Now they hang on the airer looking pristine. I just hope they don't pick up a hint of that perfume.