Nice post title. That should drive some traffic.

Despite the shit-list getting to me more than I should let it this week, there's been some great things going on this week as well. Sunday morning, whilst out looking at a cottage to rent that looked more than promising, we came across a secret sheep-dog trial. Dozens of Welsh Border Collies all in one place and a van that sold dirt-cheap huge egg and bacon rolls on a very blustery day? That's as close to heaven as you're going to get when you weren't looking for it.

As you would expect at such a place, the dogs were a lot more amenable to being sociable than the people they were with. There seems to be some general backlash against "hobbyists" who come to these events with their pets (who are nevertheless, well trained) as opposed to working dogs with their Shepherd owners. As I learned, there aren't many Shepherds around anymore. I can't help but wonder why this is. There are certainly as many sheep as there ever where. How do sheep get from one place to another without Shepherds and their dogs? Do farmers ride bikes at their sheep? Is there a machine that goes out and does it in the blink of an eye? Maybe the sheep just get left where they are - which would kind of make sense because you only have to put them back out in the morning. Surely they wouldn't get cold in the night with all that wool on them. I have slept outdoors in a woolly jumper before and I must say, it is most comfortable. Then again, foxes and wolves weren't trying to rip my head off for a snack... but if you really want to know, it was on Euston station, which if you've ever slept there, is at least twice as dangerous as sleeping in an open field in the country.

As Denis Leary once stated, it's the little things that get you through life. This weeks great little things have been, in no particular order:

A coconut slice from a rough looking garden centre, the egg mayonnaise filling in the sandwich shop suddenly becoming very tasty, the huge chunks of fruit cake that Sue has also started selling in there, the killer chips that they have started serving in the Three Tuns in Staple and both of the tins of Rice Pudding I ate stone cold out of the tin this evening. There was also the carrot cake in Costa Coffee and the shortbread thing from Starbucks... there are many others I could add to this list including the aforementioned egg and bacon roll at the sheepdog trial...

Did I mention I had started eating again?

I have lots to say about proper work things too, but I think I shall do that tomorrow... I appear to have suddenly become very tired.

And hungry. Maybe I have a tapeworm?