Yesterday, the horsevan died completely and we tried – we really tried to get it going – changed the battery, used jump leads, kicked the tyres …..
Even asked a friend….
But the van defeated us all. The sheep watched on and offered their services (“Oi, Harrel, get off the electric cable and/or out of my handbag!”)
So the van was winched onto a low loader and towed off to the garage.
Feeling slightly worried about the van, it was nice to be followed everywhere by my devoted little Fan Club.
I tell myself it is not for the biccies that live behind the door in the porch in a special box for sheep. Oh no.
They want to tell me just how much they love and appreciate me – and probably my ability to give them biccies!