Broon was standing looking at the field when Lindsay drove up in his tractor.
'How much do ye want ploughed this year, Broon? One acre or two?'
'As far as I can mind, an acre is the size of a football pitch and that will be more than we can cope with for a start. We can put tatties in all right but I'd like a wee space for some other things. If the acre was ploughed , Andrew and I could maybe clear a bit for ...'
'A flower or two that the missus might get for the house, maybe. She's already askin' if there was any chance.'
'Dalmighty! I'm just trying to see where would be the best place to start, no searchin' catalogues for flowers.'
'Keep yer hair on Broon. Ye'll do what ye can, I understand that, I only mentioned it to make conversation. What I really wanted to ask was if ye and the family would like to come for a bite o' lunch at the farm after you've heard the meenister on Sunday?'
Broon was startled and several things sped through his mind. He could bring Ger and Lindsay's son would be there. What would Maisie think of it? She didn't ken Lindsay's wife. What shift was he on?
'If ye don't want to come, just say that, Broon.'
'No, no, I was just thinkin' what shift I was on but the worst would be night-shift. What time would we come?'
'After the meenister's reminded ye ye're goin' to Hell. The wife goes for a reminder on a Sunday but comes straight back.'
'Is this your idea, or does your missus ken?' Broon asked.
'Would you invite me and the missus without Maisie's sayin' you could?'

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This is fine but I need to get some feeling for later.