Mum (that would be me on the phone to home): “So, Daisy how are you? How is everyone doing?”
Daisy (my elder daughter, holding the fort with my OH while I am away south): “We’re all fine”.
Me: “Are the foals meeting up and allowed to play properly, yet?”
Daisy: “Yes, they are playing nicely together now.”
Me: “Define nicely”
Daisy: “Well, more sort of annoying each other and then running back to their Mums!”
Me: “Oh, ok, well at least they are talking now. Perhaps proper playing will come later.”
Me: “And Lambie? How are the Boyzenberries (my pet Shetland sheep) doing?”
Daisy: “Since you said Lambie was fat, Lambie is on a biscuit ration of one biscuit a day and his hard feed has been stopped. In revenge, he has taken to head-butting the van trying to get the chicken food which is thrown underneath the chassis!”
Daisy: “Oh yes, and Loki went a-visiting our neighbours. We had a phone call asking us to collect him!”
This is a pretty normal and regular state of affairs. Loki loves our neighbours very much (obviously reciprocated) and it is no great trial walking up our track to retrieve our dog! It used to be Jack (part Patterdale, part honey badger) and the baton has been passed on to Loki now. Luckily, our neighbours love Loki.
So, that’s what is going on at home.