The Sheep Pleaser´s Fear Of The Pollen Count
This isn´t about pollen, or counting, or anything to do with pollen counts. So if you were looking for info about pollen, or counting, or pollen counts then more fool you. Ha. Ha ha. Ah ha ha ha ha. Ha. Ha ha. Ah ha ha ha ah ha ha ahhhhh ha ha ha. Ha
I´ve been hiding for a while, hence the lack of activity. My apologies. Its the cheese, you see. Yes. Oh crikey yes. Oh good god YES. Cheese. I hate it, even more than i hate goats and their allies. And i fear it. Cheese stalks me. I cant even step foot out the door these days without organised gangs of mini baby bel following me around.
Morag, my favourite blow up sheep, has even been kidnapped by evil, sentient cheese. I think it was a particularly malevolent lump of stilton which spirited her off in the dead of night, and there is some evidence to suggest aforementioned stilton was possibly aided, perhaps abetted, and maybe even both by some fondue.
Oh Morag, fair Morag! Oh fair lovable bundle of air-filled plastic mock woollyness... What are they doing to you? Fear not, my foot-pump reliant darling, i shall rescue thee!
