I am trying to work every afternoon in my shed making little sheeple to sell in Lerwick.  Harrel has discovered that this is where I can be found.

So he comes in and then I boot him out as he always aims straight for the graptopetulum plants.  He loves them and I am not sure if they are poisonous to small black Shetland sheep.

Edited to say they are not – I’ve looked them up but even so, Harrel does not need to eat my plants.

He pretends to be interested and just happening to be in the area. I am not fooled.

“Harrel, out means out!”

This morning I found a not-so-small black woolly bottom sticking out from under the horsevan.

Upon closer inspection, I discovered its identity.

Harrel, although wide, can even stand up under there.  It is lucky he is black.  He would look filthy otherwise.

And guess who is back looking like a pathetic and little lost lamb.

“No, Harrel. Go away.  Go find the others.”

And this is Harrel’s look of pure determination.  I told him his mother was looking for him so he quickly turned tail and left.  Even Harrel doesn’t mess with Maggie. He’s not that stupid.

My plants are safe for another day.

This morning I managed to get to see the Minions and Newt decided that he was my bestest friend, which was lovely.

He definitely has curative powers – they are in his nosey

And Newt takes his vocation (to be my bestest friend) very seriously.

It’s a full time job (note the wee teefs – they are glorious).

Obviously I took full advantage of his little smiley face and constant appearance by my side.

And I feel a whole lot better.

I wouldn’t dare not.

Albie did his best too.  Where Newt goes, Albie follows, ever hopeful.

Meanwhile, Floss was preoccupied with Silver.

I was nearly followed home.  Newt (today) was such a darling though he does have his moments.  I am a realist and have seen his back-end in action!

I said to myself over the weekend that if my back didn’t show signs of improving, I would go to see my doctor.

So this morning, Daisy kindly drove me to see my GP, after an initial telephone consultation.  She gave me a thorough examination and sent me to the Accident and Emergency Department at our local hospital – a 45 minute drive away – in Lerwick. And Daisy again kindly drove me straight there.

A bit of waiting, not much really and I was seen, examined again thoroughly including pins stuck in me, etc.

Five hours later and home now. I am waiting for the details of my blood analysis, a physio appointment, and when I will go south for an MRI scan.

Things are not looking (or feeling) particularly good at present.

When the weather is nice, Monster follows us around the croft.

He is very hard to spot (not).

If Monster had an Indigenous People of America name, it would probably be Runs with Sheep

Always blending in. Always one of the guys.

Look at him go!

He’s a funny boy and I may have taken many mind-altering painkillers!

I had an inkling that I might be in trouble when I went to bed last night. My back was horrible and by this morning, I could hardly move, let alone walk.  I haven’t felt this bad for a while.  My back screamed every time I breathed.

So I took a double dose of Tramadol and TurmOil and set my Painpod belt on full volume zapping with massage (electric muscle stimulation), waited 30 minutes in bed and then got up and dressed.  The girls kindly did my morning chores while I limped about uselessly outside with a walking stick to keep me upright.

Gradually I could feel the benefits of gentle exercise so after breakfast, I caught Haakon, left the walking stick behind, hung onto his neck and we went for a walk along the road.  Nice and flat, no tripping and hopefully manageable.

It was a beautiful morning and the girls wanted to come too.

Daisy appeared on Taktur.

I let the boys introduce themselves.

And they went on with their ride, leaving us behind.

Haakon made an excellent walking aid.  He always knows when I am not well and I can rely on him to support and look after me.  He knows his job well.  Hanging onto his mane and neck made walking much easier.

We went along at a good pace, enjoying the lovely view.  The fact that Haakon was supporting me, while also pulling me along meant my legs had to walk to keep up but it was less effort.

In return for his help, I let Haakon stop to eat the thistle flowers. He loves them.  Spikey but delicious.

We did our usual walk and turned around to go home, seeing Daisy and Taktur coming down the other road.

The walk did good.  My legs went on working better but I have been circling the planet incoherently for the rest of the day – that’s what huge doses of Tramadol does to me.  The pinching agony every time I breathe is more manageable but comes back if I lower the dose.

Let’s hope this is just a blip. Too much to do for my malfunctioning back to get in the way.