|The lads bin oot hewin neeps a day n he comes hame shit deen
in his mirey beets. So his heeds in aye place; bit the wifes days bin
diffrint, n the kids heeds are in a diffrint place fae either o them. Bit
thats jist the wye things is, n its amazin hoo a the diffrint bitties manage
tae hud thegithir.
||The weary agricultural labourer comes home in his muddy boots. His head is
in a different space from that of his wife and children. But that is how things are and it
is wonderful that everything manages to hold together.