Poor old Iacs. It has been confirmed. He has done something to his shoulder and is now on Danilon (anti-inflammatory painkiller) for a month and minimal exercise – that should be easy – he barely moves on a good day! I think it was during the ice period in our lives a few weeks back. He may have hurt himself. Everyone found it torturous to walk on.
Iacs feels that healing will only take place if he lives on, in and by the bale of silage.
This is Iacs using the Power of his Mind. I can hear every word.
(I am also ignoring every word and he is sticking his tongue out in revenge)
So, as poor Iacs is suffering, he has to eat the gate.
Iacs stands for I Am Completely Stupid, by the way.
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Anywho, today, I am not talking to Lambie.
I found him bouncing around the house with sheer joy and happiness. Stupidly, and it is all my fault, I left the front door open by a miniscule and he managed to squoze himself in. He was so happy, I felt mean evicting him but evict him I did. OH has a serious sense of humour failure when it comes to Lambie’s idea of living arrangements.
Ster was a good boy and remained outside, but telling tales!
Oh well, tomorrow, OH goes south for a few days so bring on the coriander, cheese, fish and salad! I will miss him, of course, desperately as it is bin-day on Thursday! Why, hello Lambie!