Guilty

Lizzie took the critters for a walk in the vineyard this evening. All was well til she stopped to water the toms, looked up and they'd gone. Not, I should hasten to say, The Divine Ginger One but the boys, the little sh#!s, who'd got the wind beneath their tails and headed for the hills. Literally. Two phone-calls and an hour later I was searching the roads too. Halfway up the road I bumped into Lizzie on the way down with the two pooped culprits in the back who'd sauntered back with not so much as a "sorry mum."
Boys will be boys I guess but tonight they're in the doghouse.