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Another wet, cold day spent finishing off the fence. Linda helped out for a while but it was so miserable that I told her not to come back out after lunch. Had dinner with the Hastings’ in the evening¹

¹ Beef is supposed to be eaten rare. However, the definition of “rare” does not mean squirting uncooked blood from the cold, raw interior of the meat. Mrs Hastings, as well as being mad (see tomorrow’s entry), was no cook. To this day we always compare the rareness of meat to the virtually uncooked slices of red, bloody beef we were served that evening!