It was a wet start to the morning as I went around with my buckets.

Kolka looked particularly striking when I took this photo (but how I wish I had included the top of her ear!)  Possibly another potential album cover for a solo female artist.

This breakfast, I managed to place everyone’s buckets where no one else could get them. I have few goals in life but I consider this the beginning of a successful day.

And this is Iacs having a thought, but no one is sure what it was.

This lot finished their breakfast and took to their container.  They are not huge fans of the rain and I refused to give them more hay.

All of them were in except for Albie who hovered about outside or in the other container on his own.

In revenge for not letting Albie join the gang, I went amongst them with scissors and trimmed all their tails – they were beginning to drag along the ground.  Waffle was less than impressed at this.  Tough, it needs to be done, I told him.

Then, as I had some time to myself, I sat with Lambie and we listened to classical music together.  Recently Lambie has been in the wars – he has been fighting with possibly Gussie and lost his magnificent horns (cough – he had nubbins) and there was blood.  Lambie is now very stiff and sore from this and I hoped sitting listening to music with me would help.

Apparently, it did. I love his cheeky grin.

And ‘Bert turned up too.  When arguments break out, it does no one any good, I told them.