I hate seeing Lambie suffer. Actually I hate to see anyone suffer.
But Lambie hates midges. It’s his one thing. He hates them and he can’t cope. The others don’t mind as much as Lambie does. He gets hysterical and it my job to help.
Today the midges were the very definition of hell.
So I let him into my shed – he galloped up when I shouted for him. He is not wrong. Shetland midges are vile.
I also had both the dogs with me. OH was working away from home.
So I lit four joss sticks in my Basil seedling pot.
And we all sat in a fog of joss stickery and no midges.
Pepper had her supply of chewy things that she loves. Lambie was intrigued (please God don’t let any of them be sheep-related!)
Ted is not a fan although he has free rein to help himself. He doesn’t
And eventually Lambie settled and sat down.
Phew. Together we listened to Ba(aa)-ch! (see what I did there, geddit?)