Traffic jam at Common Platt today (just before the Italian restaurant, Casa Paulo. Sheep on the road.
In order to avoid traffic chaos, I got herding. Boy, do I love sheep. They are so much easier to project manage than cats, horses, children and lawyers. I have yet to meet a sheep with attitude. Apart from a nasty moment, when a sheep separatist group decided to lay siege to the restaurant’s bin store, all back safely in field for time being.
Now I’m back at my desk feeling like a real gaucho.
Seriously, it’s left me with a really good feel-good feeling. I never got that on the school-run in High Wycombe. I can almost reconcile myself to relocating miles away from the nearest Balti House and Costa franchise.