Of sheep and men

Yesterday and today have been hijacked by a sore eye. Looking at a screen isn’t easy and typing accurately completely hopeless.

So you’ll forgive me for not writing a lengthy and/or insightful and/or amusing and/or correctly spelled post today. My eyes don’t seem to like brightness very much. Alan drove me home from my knitting classes last night and I was shrieking at every undimmed headlight coming the other way. I had to make the journey with my eyes closed, in the end.

Fortunately I have a contingency for days like today. Behold the wonder that is sheep. And the wonder that is the men who own sheep and, possibly, have a little too much time on their hands.

Thanks to Gaynor for sending me this.