Aspects of my day are about as far removed from each other as can be imagined. Sparrows fart saw me do the doting Dad bit with Tristan before driving over three counties to attend a conference. A few text message negotiations about bird feeders, mileage claims and a couple of photo updates from Rock HQ alerted me to the fact that 1) Tristan was full and sleeping and 2) Springtime had just delivered twins.
An afternoon spent writing another court statement filled in time before driving across another county line to carry out an interview. Finally I got to pilot Vic the four counties back to the safety of Rock HQ where, after grabbing a quick supper, I milked a sheep to feed the twins, just to be sure they had had a big enough feed to get them through the night. A few minutes playing Florence Nightingale to Roxy who's backside must now resemble a pin cushion the amount of injections the poor girls had.
The nighttime stumble down the lane with the Berners preceded a catch up on emails, a cuppa and next to do is to feed the trainee smallholder once more before the night time vigil with the sheep begins. Its a full life, isn't it!
An afternoon spent writing another court statement filled in time before driving across another county line to carry out an interview. Finally I got to pilot Vic the four counties back to the safety of Rock HQ where, after grabbing a quick supper, I milked a sheep to feed the twins, just to be sure they had had a big enough feed to get them through the night. A few minutes playing Florence Nightingale to Roxy who's backside must now resemble a pin cushion the amount of injections the poor girls had. 
The nighttime stumble down the lane with the Berners preceded a catch up on emails, a cuppa and next to do is to feed the trainee smallholder once more before the night time vigil with the sheep begins. Its a full life, isn't it!
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