There were always men at the farm, playing around with cars and tractors. We were used to bits and pieces of them lying around the place. Mostly they were old cars that they did up. I began young learning the language of cars, tractors, and various bits of machinery. It was quite fascinating. I soon learned that it was bad if they said,
“The big end has gone,” or “The ENGINE is knackered.” That would give rise to much doom and gloom and shaking of heads and looking down at the floor. But these were happy days and I remember them so well.
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