Saturday. It's raining. Makes a chasnge from frost I suppose. So it looks like the delights of domesticty today after I've been for the paper etc.. then. I'm going toGloucester for Armisice parade, but If it's like this tomorrow this wee soldier will be on parade at home.
You could plug sheep at quite a distance - a Bisley-ite at my school took one out on the moor behind the butts, the sheep not supposed to be there. He denied to the authorities that he did it deliberately but everyone knew that he did.