Mrs Down's Diary
"Ive got that ewe's number," John said between gritted teeth, malevolently gazing at an innocent looking sheep grazing with her lambs in the home paddock. Not a pretty sight, you will envisage, teeth clenched, glaring eyes.
An improvement, though, on the manic expression that haas been the most recent feature of his physiognomy as he chases sheep down the lanes, round the farm, out of neighbours gardens and another time out of a garage.
For full story see West Sussex Gazette September 23 2006