Wednesday, 4 March 2015

Travails with my aunt

This was my telephone conversation with my deaf  92 year old aunt:
"Six sheep have arrived in our field."
"Six what?"
"I'm sorry I didn't catch that."
"Did they run towards you when you first saw them? That's a sign of very good fortune. If they run away from you, disaster will follow!"
"They're one year old."
"Oh so they're sheep, not lambs. Oh well, disregard what I just said: that only applies to lambs."
"They're staying here until September when they'll go to the abattoir."
"Oh how sad! Mind you, we never think about that when we're tucking into roast lamb!"


  1. I thought they were dogs at first.

  2. I am having such problems with commenting! I am so very sorry to read about your illness, I have just lost a whole load of waffle, but I am thinking of you and hope that this gets through, this time.

  3. Not yet, ED! Five are Jacobs and one, my favourite, is half Jacob, half Shetland.

  4. Greetings JR and thank you for your good wishes. It's been a very testing time but I've finally got my head around it and am battling on. Am on a weekly dose of yew tree poison at the moment which is far more palatable than the strong cocktail I was on at first. Hope all's well with you and your family.

  5. Thank you, my immediate family are all well, but my young niece had her third brain tumour removal op late last year, she is doing well, her youth is against her as apparently it all grows so much faster. So let's hope your is of a slower variety, as even three years ago when she had her first op they were saying that it was probably all they could manage because of the weakening of surrounding tissues, but every year they discover something new they can do to slow it down. I have to say, yew tree poison sounds delightful, definitely comes under the classification of 'kill or cure'!

  6. Glad to hear about your family and niece, JR