I shrug my shoulders and look out the window.
Nice, I think, I can start ploughing tomorrow.
It's been stormy, so I'm happy not to be at sea.
The ground is barren, there is no frost in it and the newest fields are still green.
I think "would this hit the news, ploughing in January", but discard the idea.
Ploughing at this time of year was indeed a frontpage issue some 20 years ago, but not any more...