The good news concerns the Boss.
You may remember in a previous post I recorded the saving of the hay and the Boss's supervision of same.
The final line, again in keeping with Irish tradition ( even donkeys are affected, or should that be infected) issued a request that a shed be built to cope with the coming winter. Well the good news is that the shed has been completed, and not alone that, but it is in full compliance with the directives issued by the boss.
Now that's all very fine, but the bad news now has to be relayed.
The Boss has suffered a crisis of confidence. Now he dos'nt want this to be widely known. so keep it to yourself.
You see, one day last week he was enticed into a house in the farmyard with the offer of some rolled barley Having eaten the barley, a stranger in a white coat entered the house, with a funny smell from her. Shortly after the boss woke up, not even knowing that he had fallen asleep, and felt a nasty pain "down there".
He has no recollection of what happened, but feels...........well.....different.
The pain has gone now but so has the passion. ( you know yourself what he means, you are an adult)
He likes being the boss and wonders if lack of passion might disqualify him.
He said to say he will keep you posted.
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