I was just sitting at my kitchen table in Clover Cottage eating my breakfast porridge when I realised I would much rather be sitting in my garden feeling the soft breeze caressing my woolly coat. The next thing I realised was that I am as free as my blackbirds and there is nothing to stop me going outside right now to sit in a tree.
SO, hello dear friends from nearby and far far away from Sherbet Sheep sitting in a tree. I wish you were all here with me. I miss you all.