Right, the kinder gentler au pair in me is history. In the morning – after ME of the “never up before the mailman comes” philosophy – has gotten up at 4.30am and hiked uphill in the hunt for 18 hidden 600 kilo blue-striped bovines, the lazy cows won’t move. When they do finally haul their carcasses out of their grassy lairs they still wont go in right direction, preferring rather to resume what they were busy doing before they fell asleep – eating. Ceaselessly. Then all they do is bloody traverse endlessly across the slope, back and forth, back and forth with no discernible loss of altitude to show for it. Mr H Junior tells me I am not hitting them often or hard enough. Funny, yesterday my hand was numb all day – I suspected carpal tunnel from all the beating. Good news then. It must only be a stroke.
2 comments:
Hi,
good to see all those years of playing street hockey are paying off. Remember to keep your eye on the target and follow through!!
A bit reminicent of a Swahili goat herder. Good form.
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