Its that time again

 Our little flockers got a short back and sides again today thanks to The Godfather. This entailed yours truly getting up at sparrows fart and heading off up the Bonsai Mountain to where the bleaters were last seen and try to coax them down with a bucket of allure. Actually that's a lie, it wasn't that early, for once we all overslept so instead of a 5am alarm it was a 7.45 rousing and then panic as all jobs had to be done, including a full cooked English, before paid work commenced. As the real alternative to work, meetings, were scheduled right from the start there was no leeway to wander in late. Naturally the flockers sussed this out and took an age to dawdle down from the crags and meander along the lane to captivity.

 Sad news is that one of the peachicks has been and gone, probably cat food.

Once again we owe a debt of gratitude to The Godfather as he did a grand job and a bowl of Goulash seemed a paltry reward for such an effort.