Well, we have all been thinking.
There have been many suggestions – thank you very much. All hugely appreciated.
Apparently, Daisy even lies awake at night deciding she tells me.
(ok, some are slightly less interested, it is true)
But anyway, here we are.
A name has arrived and we think it is The Name.
Not in the Harry Potter sort-of-way but more My-Newt because he is just that. Minute.
Newt seems fairly settled now despite being thrown into the deep end yesterday.
This morning Newt followed Tor and Albie into the little paddock where he had hard feed.
He even managed a little hissy fit at Albie when he wanted to steal his food.
It was good to see a little spark and then, afterwards, he rushed off to spend his morning with his new Best Friends – Storm and Tiddles – who are being quite kind to him.
Since Newt’s arrival, I don’t think Delia has even noticed. She is busy and doing very well.
So Newt it is. He lets me tickle him and he has the best nose kisseys – tell no one because Albie is still green with jealousy.
I told you there had been much thinking