Well today we decided on a road trip. We picked Kells (actually, we didn’t pick Kells, we picked somewhere else, but #2 son was map reading and that’s where we ended up). It was a really nice drive even if we did get lost. The sun decided to grace us with its presence and the roads were lovely, windy (I mean windy as in twisty, not windy as in flatulent) country roads with plenty of things to look at (living things this time - makes a change). There I go digressing again - anyway, round a particularly twisty bend we suddenly came across a sheep who was doing a very odd looking bottom-wiggling thing which I suppose could have been quite stylish if he was strutting his stuff at the local nightspot, but looked remarkably odd performed in the middle of the road. And that’s when it struck us that its head was stuck in the fence and the wiggling was a desperate life and death struggle for freedom, and not some sheepy-lambada-sort-of-thing. We decided quickly on a mercy mission (well, the two of us did, #1 son was asleep in the back of the car) and quickly turned the car around only to find SHOCK HORROR! (sorry) a very large lorry was heading straight toward the sheep and wouldn’t possibly have room in the tiny country lane to steer round the aforementioned backside. Well (you’re hooked now aren’t you, I can tell) we covered our eyes, flashed and gesticulated but the lorry driver looked at us like we were mad and just thundered past. When we finally steeled ourselves to look, we found a very bewildered looking sheep standing next to the fence in one piece and - miraculously- freed! Albeit still on the wrong side, but hey, a survivor is a survivor, no matter which side of the fence you’re on.

So, disaster averted, and deciding we’d have to leave him in the road because there was no farm nearby and neither of us could possibly lift a sheep over a fence ( I have a very bad back actually and son #2 is about 3ft tall with his hair spiked up), we carried on our journey. Round the next bend there was a confused looking lorry driver checking over his lorry (some mad woman must have gesticulated at him tsk tsk). Anyway, we made it to Kells, which was very nice, had a quick look round and lunch in a pizza place that didn’t serve pizza (another day, I promise) and home in time for a G&T in the sunshine. Who knew country life could be so exciting eh?

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