The NFU have apparently picked a three-legged sheepdog as their farm dog of the year. Three-legged Jack took the top prize after his Welsh owners wrote in to tell them how he had suffered a serious leg injury last year and despite an amputation, made a miraculous recovery and continues to work on the farm. The tight bastards, let him have a rest, he's only got three legs. Still, that's the bloody Welsh for you. His owners probably talk to each other in English when the dog's not there, out working, and then immediately switch to talking to each other in Welsh when he enters the room. Me Dad's Dad got evacuated to a farm in Wales during the war and they took his bloody sweet coupons off him and gave them to their own kids, the tight bastards. It's probably the same people.
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.