Lambie appeared at the door because he refused to go in the field, like a common sheep, and said he would rather be an Only Child than do what I want.
And then he was bored because there was no one to talk to.
So someone let him in (and yes, OH was away at work and that someone was Flossie who thought it would cheer me up by having a little woollie chap trit-trotting around the house with a Winning Smile.
And she was right! I felt much happier.
So I reached for the tv remote and put on Classic FM – Lambie’s favourite music radio station.
And the woolly lumpster soon relaxed and nodded off.
He snored his way through Bizet’s L’Arlesienne and some other lovely music. I particularly remember the Bizet.
And then we all went for our usual walk in the Shetland winter sunshine – I am refusing to call it spring yet. This was yesterday and guess what, today Lambie trotted into the field with the common sheep because he realised I was not going to budge on this!
BeAnne update: Nothing good. Everything bad. This is very difficult for me and my family so if I write utter drivel it is to divert from the utter crap in our lives at the moment.