...anything really interesting to write about, I'll just do an update. It's still very hot here, I'm pretty bored most of the time. Nothing very exciting happens here. Although...I could tell you about the invasion of the sheep. I know you're supposed to count sheep to help you sleep. And here I am at 2am, unable to sleep but thinking of sheep will most definitely not help me sleep.
I mentioned a while ago about the black sheep that managed to get into our garden and eat most of the new grapevine. Well he's clearly been influencing the rest of the flock.
Early Saturday evening, the flock were making their way back down the hill at the back of our house after a couple of hours grazing. Mr A was at home, in the sitting room, and I was on my laptop in the bedroom. All of a sudden there was the sound of rocks falling off the wall at the back of the house and the clattering of sheep surrounding the house. Mr A and I both rushed out into the garden, leaving the dogs in the house, to find that the entire flock (about 30 I guess) had managed to get into our garden. Some had managed to get in through our neighbours garden and over the wall, and others had clambered over the wall at the back of our house. Because areas of the garden are fenced off with chicken wire to keep the dogs safe, the sheep were in groups in different parts of the garden. They were helping themselves to the fruit trees and generally making a mess. Then they started to panic because they spotted Mr A armed with a stick and me with the broom..intent on removing them. So they began to head-butt the chicken wire in an attempt to get out.
It took us a good half an hour to round them up, open the gates and get them out. One thing is for certain, Mr A and I are not good shepherds...we are pretty useless at getting sheep to follow us like sheep.
Mr A got quite cross with the shepherdess who had obviously taken her eye off the ball. He told her that if he found another of her sheep in our garden, we would be eating it.