I woke as ever well before dawn, but feeling distinctly jaded;
though the chores still had to be done: & I know from experience that the goats certainly wouldn’t thank me if they didn’t have their breakfast served, bang on time!
I passed the day in a haze of increasingly uncomfortable snuffles & was very much relieved when Tony finally arrived home that evening; especially as the Hooligans – who had been out for the afternoon – had inadvertently smashed into a stable door on taking fright at a neighbour’s off-roading activity with their unfortunately very loud, old landrover; the frightened goats pulled the lower hinge clean off & had rendered the door effectively useless. Alas, our neighbours had tried to warn me that they’d be having a ‘play’ in the fields bordering our land at the lower end of the wooded valley; however I’d been outside working when they’d called & so had not got the message until it was all too late. Thankfully none of the goats suffered more than a few scratches; & our horses & ponies are robustly ‘bomb-proof’, especially with the RAF’s monotonous fast-jet manoeuvres occasionally overhead; but inevitably, I still worry that at this critical stage in our young goats’ first pregnancies that such an unexpectedly bad scare could potentially cause the Hooligans to abort their babies; well, I suppose, only time will tell.
Tony had offered to call in at our favourite chip shop en route home, which was very tempting as the last meal we’d bought there proved to be the best fish & chips in the area by a long chalk; however I really wasn’t feeling hungry owing to my increasing snuffes, besides which there was my fine pot of ‘Bubbling Squeak’ stew to be tackled.
On Tony’s return I was given a lovely Lindt chocolate reindeer, which has a particularly funny story attached: he felt he just had to purchase said animal specially after an amusing incident on board bmi’s Christmas flights; as he valued my opinion as a seasoned farmer regarding the category under which defra should place such conspicuous confectionary. Apparently the short-haul sandwich boxes bmi now provide, each contain a little Lindt bunny: but the cabin crew have been ordered to persuade any festively-seasonal passengers, that said rabbits are in fact reindeer! Sorry to burst your corporate bubble bmi, but I think even your most naïve passengers can tell the difference between an ickle fluffy bunny & large, horned, sleigh-pulling ungulate!
Personally I can’t wait to see their Easter range; doubtless the late-arrival reindeer will be touted as Lindt Easter Bunnies….so, come on bmi passengers – fill yer Santa boots with this amusing wind-up – & make sure you complain vociferously, when at Easter your cabin crew desperately try to dupe you into thinking what is obviously a reindeer, is a rabbit. I for one, woud be hopping mad to be given a reindeer, at Easter…..!!