Keep your whites clean

Today we had some very special guests here at Rock HQ. They arrived in an impossibly clean car for which I needed sunglasses to shield myself from the glare. I think the animals were a bit taken aback by the clean mobile so they stayed away. The car contained my parents, sister and brother-in-law who were on a flying visit. They live up north and this was the first time Dad had seen Rock HQ in the flesh as it were. He used to be a shepherd, unlike our feeble attempts at raising lamb chops he was hard core, 590 ewes giving birth, thankfully not all at the same time but it was pretty busy during lambing. My sister, Jackie, continued the white than white theme. Now we had warned her about the mud, the big dogs, the inevitable paw prints and we were resigned to the fact that she would be leaving with an interesting motif on her designer jacket. Much to every ones surprise she managed to stay spotlessly clean, we think the sheer audacity of colour choice baffled the beasts, that or the intensity of the white dazzled them and confused their aim. Even Trevor behaved himself and refused to bite the hand that fed him.