Progress?

Hello All
We had a lovely evening out on Saturday last week, returning home quite late and in not too inebriated a state; just tired after my early morning start for the market. The girls rose from the sleep of the living dead somewhere around lunchtime on Sunday amazed that their evil parents had actually let them stay in bed all that time. So, zombie like, Gavin and I were hoping for a peaceful day possibly even for a bit of work on the house. Ho ho ho, should have known better. The sheep had decided it would be an adventurous day. In fact I am suspicious there is some kind of sheep algorithm that calculates proportionally the distance and frequency of travel related to the hour at which the owners return home of an evening. Crafty bunch. So 4 separate lots of sheep, one of which had the audacity to escape twice, and 3 hours wasted plus the feeding time etc it turned out to be a fairly average Sunday.

No we didn't have the Gendarme out putting the sheep away with us but this pic did remind me of the other day when we recieved a phone call from the Gendarme in Sainte Foy la Grande telling us to come and collect a goat they had picked up on the main road which belonged to us..... Now that is 30 minutes drive from home! "Gavin have we lost any goats?". No he tells me. Hmmm.... apparently we are legally bound to go and fetch the goat. Another wasted day. The gendarme are quite assertive and we have to fetch said animal tout de suite. It transpires the animal was sold 3 years ago and on arrival home we discover that she doesn't like to stay within a fenced area. Great, more ammunition for the sheep and their excuses on how they frolicked across the fields and there was this goat eating the green grass on the other side saying "Ewes should all get yerselves over 'ere". Bad? Yeah, well sorry I am a Mum of 3 little angels. 
We spent the whole of Monday moving fences and sheep to avoid a second day dashing around the countryside achieving not very much so that we would have a day to try and do something constructive in the house. Literally.
And through the rectangular window there's  a Gavin.
See you all soon
Helen