Wednesday, 2 September 2009

Suffolks in Devon

I'm having one of those infuriating days when the synapses in the brain are making far too many connections. First one idea, then another, pops into my head. I can't start to juggle half of them and my desk is strewn with stuff, stuff that needs attention, now interlayered with new things.
If there were a group of egomaniacs in the room, not one of them could get a word in edgeways, full of blabber, blather and babble as I am.
It's also slashing it down with rain, so I don't even feel able to go and stride out with the dogs until it calms down a bit.
So, when the dogs start to woof and I see a stream of chunky suffolks fill the yard, it's a welcome respite.

10 comments:

Winchester whisperer said...

They say sheep counting calms the brain...

James Higham said...

They'll all fuse into one brilliant idea, I imagine.

Yorkshire Pudding said...

...So are illicit drugs easily accessible in deepest Devon then?

Sara said...

Sign of pure genius I'm sure!

John Gray jgsheffield@hotmail.com said...

looks like a scene from WALLACE AND GROMMIT

Mopsa said...

WW - temporarily only

James - I wish!

YP - I expect so.

Sara - ha! Sign of to much on brain and too little time, that's for sure!

John - but the shit is real.

garfer said...

Gawd, look at all those sheep.

Imagine the collective IQ. It's enough to make Bamber Gascoigne wet himself.

John Gray jgsheffield@hotmail.com said...

....after the day I just had.......tell me about it....

locksparkfarm said...

I knew there was a reason to keep sheep...even they darn'd thick Suffolks!

Mopsa said...

Garfer, they have brains - but also shitty bums.

John - it can get like that!

Locks - they were welcome relief!