Or how not to murder a husband who fills the Landrover up with petrol (and yes it is a diesel one) while towing a trailer loaded with 20 sheep and with 3 dogs in the back of the Landrover.
I was so excited to collect the new Shetland babies and it was with a silly smile I peered in at them when we stopped for fuel. Little did I realise what was to follow. I wandered into the shop to grab a sandwich for us only to be faced minutes later by a white faced husband who confessed he had just filled up with petrol instead of diesel. We were soon to realise just how special some of our friends were as rescue came in the form of a friend and his partner with a smaller trailer as their vehicle cannot pull ours. In what seemed like next to no time the 20 ewe lambs had been squashed into the smaller trailer via the side doors of both trailers, and dogs had been extricated from the Landrover which by this time was high on the back of a rescue vehicle and transferred to the van.
Some three hours later while the new shetlands were inspecting their field and munching happily a very sad husband returned clutching a rather large bill for sorting out the mess.
I realise that I would probably have to pay someone to take him away and I have to confess that he has his uses - and in fact sad to say he can now reverse a trailer far better than me. So I guess I have forgiven him.
