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The Many Faces of Want

Everyone always wants something. Everywhere I go. Want, want, want.

Monster ⬇️ – he wanted my last night’s pre-supper snack (mini cheesey biccies) accompanying my zero alcohol lager while I waited for supper to finish cooking.

Plan B. The Attack – basically endless amounts of indignant shouting alternating between promising to be my friend.

Apparently my BFF ⬇️. This is “cupboard love” at it’s very worst.

Pepper just did sulking resentfully. Those eyes make it impossible not to feel guilty.

And then there is Lambie’s helpful, yet silly, face. I had scattered Animal Crackers on the ground and the sheep had just about finished them.

“You have more biscuits, you say?”

Bert’s has a gorgeous begging face. Again, it is hard to resist. I would give (feed) him the world if he wanted.

Lambie’s tactic is to get out his best Winning Smile, Longing Look and wave a front foot at me. The front foot waving means Lambie really, really, wants whatever I have of calorific nature and then I dig into my pocketses and give him a secret biccie, if I have one. I didn’t. There is probably a special place in Hell waiting for me now. I have to live with myself.

Sheep, Sheep and More Sheep

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After their breakfast, I put all the sheep out into their field for the day. It was a nice bright start and so Bert went straight to “his” shed.

Yes, that’s right, it’s Bert’s shed now. Move over Fivla and Vitamin (they’ve left the field anyway), Bert’s in da house!

Lambie thought he might like a go in the shed too.

But Bert was having none of it. His shed, dontcha know (there’s probably a Law somewhere).

Ster was miles away.

He wasn’t interested in sheep-shed politics.

Maggie and Barrel were not shed folk either.

Ditto Gussie and Dahlia. It’s funny how the boys still stay with their mothers (or is it the other way around?)

Madge was on her way out to the hill to join all the bloody hill sheep that can now get in thanks to Kolka’s attempts at show-jumping last week.

Anyway, back to Bert and Lambie.

I don’t actually think Lambie minded very much.

He gave me one of his Winning Smiles and I decided not to get involved.

I spent the rest of my day making sheep. One in the morning and one in the afternoon because a) my stock is low now, b) Wool Week is looming and c) I have a tiny social life and will have to miss a few afternoons stabbing due to other commitments.

I went back outside at teatime and found Bert back in his shed (I do hope he made the most of the day and actually left for a few hours).

And this time Lambie had snuck in too (and apparently Ster, I found out later). To be fair it was raining and the sheep told me they were only in there only because they would melt otherwise. Who knew?

Epic Fail

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Oh, today has not been good. The pouring rain all morning didn’t help.

I decided to do an experiment – I wanted to film one of our garden poppies coming out of their buds because every time we turn our backs, one unfolds and appears. They are very beautiful too.

I had lots of memory on my phone and I set it to take time-lapse photos all morning on my makeshift stand – between three glass balls and prayed no one would phone me (the phone vibrates!) Not ideal, I know, but it did the job. I even put my headtorch light on the buds to get a better result.

I love taking photos of the poppies and was very hopeful. Six hours later, not one poppy bud had come out and my phone ran out of battery. I ditched the long and very boring film feeling very disheartened.

All I wanted was something a bit more animated but have now given up. I’m not doing that again.

But, as Daisy said, when I whinged on the phone as to the fact that I now had nothing for today’s blog, “all anyone wants to really see is the cat!” So here you are.