My parents-in-law were farmers.
Work on a Sunday, like this guy?
Never on your life.
Elisa, my mother-in-law (and whom I was fonder of than a son-in-law has a right to be) would have said “It won’t grow, of course! He’s have to plow it all in and start again”
And back in the day, the police would have been onto him in a flash.
Going back mumble mumble decades (when Ms jb was a mere girl), the family was out on a Sunday drive when her Dad thought he’d have a look to see how the sugar beets were developing.
Dieter Plod was there in no time, telling him to get back in his car sharpish if he didn’t want a fine for working (in Plod-ese, “Looking” is “Working”..) on a Sunday.
I kid you not…..
