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.
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They say sheep counting calms the brain...
They'll all fuse into one brilliant idea, I imagine.
...So are illicit drugs easily accessible in deepest Devon then?
Sign of pure genius I'm sure!
looks like a scene from WALLACE AND GROMMIT
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.
Gawd, look at all those sheep.
Imagine the collective IQ. It's enough to make Bamber Gascoigne wet himself.
....after the day I just had.......tell me about it....
I knew there was a reason to keep sheep...even they darn'd thick Suffolks!
Garfer, they have brains - but also shitty bums.
John - it can get like that!
Locks - they were welcome relief!
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