Strange start to the day on Sunday; Whilst feeding the sheep in the barn, Boris
only has the one horn now (how he lost the other is another story), managed to
get his one horn stuck in my trouser pocket!
|Boris when he had 2 horns !|
There was some tugging while we tried to extradite ourselves, common sense though soon took over and we stopped pulling long enough to give us some slack and to disentangle ourselves.
We went on our way none the worse for wear, with just the slight feeling of a certain loss of dignity on both our parts. Oh well.