Udder chaos and dairy dramas

Perhaps I should stick to milking instead of motor bike riding?

You know men are not very good at reading subliminal messages. I fell off the motorbike again and I’ve hurt myself again-that’s the third time in 12 months, all at low speed (it’s the fourth time if you count the one that didn’t hurt).

Chubby, bald 52-year-old men don’t bounce and recover like teenagers, and I don’t think that’s fair. I must be missing the memo that says stop riding two-wheel motorbikes you idiot.

Even stupider is when I ride one handed and talk on the phone; this bear has no brains. What’s even more embarrassing, and I haven’t told anyone this, but the latest mishap was on my front lawn.

I was riding back to the house and one of the sprinklers was throwing a wobbly and…I think we will let it go there, but the end result was a set of handlebars imprinted on my chest/shoulder.

I think the stupidity must be genetic, my Dad used to ride the two wheeler side saddle, did it for years.

The big guns are working on the factory expansion this week. The gas boiler ring main is 80 per cent complete, the chiller lines are 90 per cent complete and I have a crew coming from Kyabram to make all the machines talk to each other and make sure they do what they are supposed to do, and ensure they are all running at the same speed.

Due to the expansion, the factory is a bit higgledy-piggledy, and we are out of room at the moment so we are going to stop making yoghurt. I don’t think many people will notice.

I’m not sure if it’s short-term or long-term yet. I have consistently said from the start I think the yoghurt is our best product, but we have been unable to back that up with sales-not that we tried very hard, there wasn’t just time.

Our price point was uncompetitive as our production process was mostly manual, and the labour cost was too high.

My new labeller came and didn’t quite fit which was a bit upsetting seeing as we had waited four months for it. We can still use it independently in the short term but that was not the design.

The plan was to take a new empty chocolate milk bottle off the pallet, send it through the labeller, then the date coder. It then gets filled and does straight into the box, and we only touch it twice.

I now must build an adapter to make the two conveyer’s best friends. In fact, throughout this whole process very few steps have been seamless.

I’d like to blame a lot of people but it’s probably quicker and less painless if I just look in the mirror. It’s a bit like riding a motorbike, I have the capacity to make it stop but I just bought a new two-wheeler, so it looks like I’m in for more pain.