I don’t think there is anything much worse than choosing a show team. Ours did pretty well at the Futurity but although the youngsters are well under 12 months old, some just seven months, they are pumping out an enormously long fleece and they get to the stage when it is just too long. We have been through all the weanlings again as the entries for the SWAG show at the end of March have to be in next week. I think we have a line up now but Chas may change his mind on Monday in which case I will have to beat him to a pulp. Andrew has his instructions for the weekend and is now in charge as we are about to pack the suitcase – one small one between us – this means Chas can’t take much!! I have three weeks of New Scientist to read on the train, the tickets for Lucia di Lammermoor are clutched to my bosom and the boys are appearing for lunch on Saturday. We have to go to a Fair Trade event in London on Sunday that Thomas is part of, I think he is going to be dressed as something odd. And Joshua rang last night, all is well in Ecuador, every weekend seems to be thrill packed with another hideously dangerous sport involving heights, zip wires, raging torrents etc. Very bad for a Mother’s brain.
