I know they’re fabulous, but it’s not all about the Minions and the ladies-what-wore-the-sweaters.
Sometimes it is about the others as well.
So today, three lovely Wool Weeker Ladies came to visit us for the day and I duly introduced them to everyone, even Lambie (who behaved appallingly and refused his Cheesey Wotsits – oh, the shame).
I proudly showed off my Icelandic horses as well as my idiot Shetland ponies.
If I had to make a decision, I would say that I think I was most proud of my Icelandic horses.
They had good manners and behaved impeccably. Especially Lilja – she was wonderful.
Storm, on the other hoof, was embarrassing. He tried to unravel my visitor’s hand-woven scarf and was obssessed with it. We had words!