The other day Lambie was dithering about coming into my shed. We were playing flute trios with a friend. Lambie wasn’t sure as he didn’t know one of the flautists very well so we left the door open (it was cold, thank you Lambie) and he couldn’t make his mind up while we simultaneously played and froze to death. And if I shut the door, he would butt it.
Today, when I got home from checking the Minions, I heard the sound of a hoover in the house, so I beat a swift retreat to my shed and decided to practice my flute. Lambie promptly came in to listen.
BeAnne went to sleep.
And then the hooverer, Daisy, who had now finished, came to join us too.
We played flute duets together, like you do with a sheep standing beside you. This is our normal now.
And then Monster appeared and it swiftly became a family affair
Monster – “Please stop playing, please never make this noise again. Pleeeeeeeze!”
Lambie was very happy in my shed. He wouldn’t let anyone else come in or out.
We went on fluting and he sat down.
I won’t say Lambie is fat but he is a bit fat.
And then it got odd. ‘Ster wanted in so we all left and I gave Monster and BeAnne their tea.
Because that’s how we roll in our Shire!