Visitors who have only come to this humble blog in recent months will not know that I am a part time sheep farmer. Well, perhaps that is a bit of an exaggeration as we only have two sheep. There's the mummy sheep called Beau and her faithful lamb Peep. They do such a good job of munching our grass that I rarely have to use a lawnmower during the growing season.
But it's not the growing season today. No way. It's the snowing season. For the third time this winter God hath chosen to wreak his wrath upon our sinful Sheffield suburb - dumping incalculable tons of the white stuff on our streets and homes. And here's how Beau and Peep looked at midday:-
BEAU Baaah! Can't you see I'm eating grass? Get your head down Peepo and get munching!
PEEP But there's all this snow Mum! I can't even see any grass!
BEAU Baaah! I've told you before. Shove the snow away with your snout. There's plenty of nice sweet grass underneath.
PEEP But I am fed up of grass Mum. Why can't we eat other stuff?
BEAU Like what?
PEEP You know - burgers and turkey twizzlers and cod in batter.
BEAU Baaah! There's a good reason why not you stupid lad!
BEAU Because we sheep are exclusively herbivorous mammals. Now get munching! We've got five more hours of grazing to do today.
BEAU What now?
PEEP I love you.
How sweet! Would you also like a little white dog to keep them company - name of Toby? Go on, you know you do.... ;)ReplyDelete
Okay Jenny - if he is perfectly still like my sheep and never poops.Delete
There's no business like snow business, is there?ReplyDelete
Monkey business maybe?Delete
I did mention that you should put your coat on and go outside. Did I mention that you should get a little farther than the back yard? Are you taking medication? Perhaps a nice detox would clear your head a bit! Exercise! That's the key. Try a few snow-angels, then build a snow-lamb. If that doesn't fix you up right, maybe an igloo. Poor, poor Mr. Pud.ReplyDelete
Your kind understanding is like balm to my troubled soul ma'am.Delete