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,…

Goals (and I’m not talking football)

A few years’ ago, the thought of writing something that could be read publicly would have terrified me. Firstly, as a lawyer, it’s generally assumed that your job is your persona: professional, intelligent, unforgiving and exact. That’s not to say I’m not all of those things (I am good at my job and so naturally…