Irritation in the ranks

Today has been very sultry and the girls and Dude have all been irritable. Bert thinks the field shelter belongs to her and there was a tremendous rumpus this afternoon when Sherbert barged in. Dude spotted a pheasant in his paddock and went crazy leaping around trying to pulverise it. Prue is now so enormous she is just waddling around glaring at anyone who comes close and I have spent a lot of time sitting in a deckchair knitting. My new creation I am quite proud of, despite Carl saying it is another trawler net. The online shop will open soon if it kills me - I do have some nice items to go in it, but they were not knitted by me! Carl and Sam have been away shearing, and I wanted to go with them but couldn't, which did at least mean there is knitting progress.

Bit of a disaster with the fleece this afternoon. Smudge, the cat, got into Dude's and I had visions of a fleece judge examining it, drawing out a cat hair and bemoaning the lack of crimp! I was trying to sort it all ready for showing, processing, felting and my attempt at spinning - there is just so much to do!