Old MacDonald Had A Farm

These sheep are owned by Alpin (like the breakfast only not spelt the same) MacDonald. We passed them on our daily (well for the last two days) trek to the Co-Op for supplies. We now have around 14 inches of snow and the road is impassable unless you happen to be one of the lucky so and so's that have a 4x4. Todays expedition was far more pleasant than yesterdays though- we left all of Satans Minions home with the boys and the girls went for provivions (a bit of a role reversal from the traditional hunter gatherer but the 4 mile journey seemed preferable to staying with the Minions). In the better weather we made it there and back in just under two hours. The blizzards resumed within half an hour of us getting back so we timed it well.

When we arrived home we decided it was so cold and snowy outside we would just have an early Christmas. So the neighbours came round for mulled wine and... well crisps (the Co-Op didn't even have bread left let alone anything more exciting). The Minions sat down to pasta for dinner and there was the usual argy bargey over who sat where, who got what cutlery and who would finish first. All good humoured enough until Minion number 4 uttered the insult "tinky f***er". Not generally something you would expect to hear from a three year old. Especially not aimed at a Royal Marine. Minion 4 was seriously reprimanded whilst the rest of the adults shook with poorly concealed laughter.