Today was one of those days – the if it could wrong, it would go wrong day. So it did.

The horsevan wouldn’t start. It very convincingly died.

I will admit I shouted at those who didn’t need shouting at (but fer cryin’ out loud, Edna, please stop ramming the front door after your biccy ration in the hope you will get more).

In a furious temper, leaving the van which had now immobilised itself, in the capable hands of my OH, I drove over to check the Minions. They did their best to cheer me up and tried so hard. There were moments when I forgot my van problems.

On my way out having resigned myself to driving to Lerwick in the car and putting 6 bales of hay in it (resulting in a huge mess), I phoned OH to say please put the spare battery on charge and we could have another shot at de-immobilising the van, when he said it was now running.  Feeling a bit more cheered but nervous, I went home, collected the van and drove to Lerwick to collect hay.

I didn’t turn the engine off all day!  I just didn’t dare.  The van goes to the garage (if we can start it) on Monday.

Once home, I said my sorries.  I doubt I will ever be forgiven though.

Hi guys. How’s things?

Could I take a “family” photo, please?

Could you open your eyes, please, Efstur?  Guys, guys, look this way.

At me.  Yes, at me.

Perfect.  Well done!

Cupboard Love – [British] the insincere affection shown by children or animals towards someone who they think will give them something that they want. – Collins Dictionary.

When I arrived at the Minion’s field, I found little ears sticking up over the drystone wall.

I knew what they wanted.

They made it very obvious.

Something to do with the contents of my pocketses.

And so I duly distributed kissing smiley noses as I went (I adore Waffle’s cheesey grin!)

It was the same when I got home too.  This time I was collecting the haynets and filling them.  I was shouted at by Sóley while I was in the stable. I told her to wait until after lunch – when we put out their second haynet.

Meanwhile, indoors, these two have not stopped all morning.  I look on benignly saying things like “they will sleep well tonight”!

Please come back if the film hasn’t loaded – we just have very slow broadband (sorry).

Today everyone was wormed with a nuclear attack wormer and then, when we came back from the Minions, I found everyone lying down, except for Lilja.  So I had a quick worried panic.  Obviously they all had colic and were now going to die because I had wormed them.

As I walked towards them, they started to stand up. Phew!

First up were Sóley and Lilja.

They were so good about having wormer. It is never pleasant but they all behaved beautifully.

The old men were enjoying their morning sitting down like a matching pair of Victorian cream jugs.

Once Haakon was up, I went and had a chat. It was then I knew he suffered no ill effects from the wormer as he thoroughly frisked me for carrots.

Iacs didn’t feel like moving.

He just smiled sweetly at me. So I took his photo and sent it to Daisy who she texted back “Such a moose!”

And a smiley one.  He was fine and got up moments later.

And again, I was frisked.  So that’s everyone wormed and I shall stop worrying.

Having been blown away talking to the Minions, I came home to find someone “all alone in the world”.

So I clambered over the fence (there is never an easy gate when you want one) and went up to say hello, as well as take a few pics.

Today has been a steady Force 8 which makes for lovely hair-styles as well as being thoroughly annoying when it comes to trying to put out haynets (twice a day).

But Floss and I soldier on because a) everyone needs feeding and b) everyone stands around waiting to be fed shouting “we are in a routine!”  There is no let up until the Spring grass appears.

Even the sheep get two haynets in their bedroom for snacks.

Still, it was a good day for arty-farty photos which is not difficult if you are really, really, really ridiculously good-looking!