I’m not really feeling the love for these two so I fed them and left them well alone. Haakon is back on track again. He spent a lovely night eating the grass around the house, pooing as he went and then led happily back to his field for his breakfast and a long morning’s sleep in the sunshine. I have stopped worrying about him for the time being.
Lambie and his friends were hysterical (not funny ha-ha hysterical, more the Oh-My-God-There-Are-Horses-Near-Our-Shed type) about having horses around so refused to eat any breakfast until I had taken all the horses away. Normality was then vaguely resumed. Well, about as normal as it gets around here.
Then the plumber arrived. OH, before he went off to work, emptied the small porch which houses the boiler (spewing water and black gunk). I was nervous Ted would disgrace himself so I kept everyone away but actually all was well.
Ted was behaved beautifully (he came with an ASBO from south for biting the postie so I have cause for concern. The police were called, and everything!)
And now Pepper wants to be a plumber’s little helper when she grows up. She would’ve been down the pipes given any chance.
My sister sent me this photo that popped up on her phone. This was Ted’s first meeting with my mother, which now begs the decision do we get our little hairy-fairy a haircut or leave him looking like something from the Muppets?
Thoughts please. I am sorely tempted, to be honest. The greasy whiskers are reason enough.