The giraffe calf.

This little jersey calf was poking its head over its stable when I called at the farm shop. It was a bit over keen with trying to eat me. It had my scarf, then my coat belt, and then had a go at my hand. It looks a bit giraffe like, don't ya think?


Called to the Doctors, to be told I aren't well enough to go back to work. I have two things going on apparently, dodgy vocal chords and a virus. It's a vicious circle in which I need to stop panicking about not going to work, rest and rest some more. I then called at work to explain this and was told to stop feeling guilty and go home and rest.


*sigh*