Not much painting being done in my house,the spirit is willing but the flesh very weak. Plus I have been haveing bad sheep days. Remember my lambs in placky macs back in the spring??? Well they are now all grown into daft, ,beligerent, soppy grown up sheep . I went to feed Poppy Pony her carrots and apples, and noticed one of these daft sheep with its head buried in a holly bush ! . How silly is that?. Went to get my next door neighbour, and the two of us armed with clippers and thick gloves went on a rescue mission. Daft sheep now firmly pinioned with holly, hawthorn and barbed wire, next door neighbour pulls on silly sheeps back legs and I clip madly away at all of the binding stuff. Twenty minutes later Mrs Ewe is free....... not a backward glance, not one baa of thanks, and off she skitters, bits of debri sticking out at angles all over her back. Mrs nextdoor and me...are wet and bloodied , we squelch back home for a well earned coffee. Must be a moral here somewhere. Pic of girraffe...didnt have a sheep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!