I need to rest.  It is official.  The more I do, the worse I feel.  So we are not going out and I am trying to delegate, ignore or just leave whatever alone.  I am not very good at this.  Jack is very good at this!

Celt is worrying me greatly.

I found him sitting very oddly when we went for a little potter this afternoon.  It was as if his back legs didn’t work.  He couldn’t get back up by himself but I managed to haul him up onto his legs and we went home after the dogs had done their business.  I pray to God he was blown over by the strong wind, or a one-off, or something that is never going to happen again but…….I am not hopeful tbh. He is so old and so rickety.

So I didn’t get over to Clothie to feed Taktur (there is no one I can delegate this task to). I feel bad about that.  Everyone is fine over there.

When I called the dogs to come home, the horses all heard and came running over, so I felt even more guilty.  The weather is vile – in fits and starts of huge wind and rain.  I just don’t have the strength today.  Maybe tomorrow.

Anyway, some are happy to keep me company with my enforced resting.

There is the odd look of disapproval at any visitors.

But the visitor is gorgeous.  Mootie – a Yorkshire terrier puppy.  I was terrified Wussums would eat her.  To Wuss, Mootie would be a light snack!

Her Maj took up sulking because Mootie was a hundred times cuter.

Mootie means tiny or very small in Shetland dialect