The fundamental problem with…and other problems men can fix.

‘Knock, knock’ ‘Who’s there?’ ‘2019’ ‘2019 who? ‘Indeed.’ That’s the joke I imagine cracking in an editorial team meeting of my local newspaper. There I go, trying to be funny – no – satirical even. How very dare I, what with me being a woman and all. You see, I’m beginning to wonder what the…

The Battle for Leviathan – Part 2, the final Chapter

Readers of my blog will likely remember Leviathan (affectionately known as ‘Levi’ and latterly ‘Leaves’), the massive boy lamb that had a battle coming in to the world and was then rejected by his mother. I became mum and bottle-fed and cared for him as he grew in to the most affectionate tame lamb with…

Arm-deep in sheep; a first-time lamber’s battle for Leviathan

How we laughed when I took delivery of the obstetric gauntlets, castration pliers and half a litre of lube. Various ‘Fifty Shades’ jokes and ‘your husband had better behave’ quips ensued. Whilst I’d bought them, it was on the premise of if I have them, I shan’t need to use them. You see, I am a n(ewe)bie lamber,…