I'm a dad!
I have become the not-so-proud owner of a small sheep called Harold.
How, and why, you ask?
Well, somewhat naturally, Deadfast came home with it the other night and has since abandoned it with me... I'm looking after it for the moment.
Harold, a nice fellow with lovely wool, is currently living in my bed.
I am sleeping in the spare bedroom.
The chef, aware that there is a small defenseless animal somewhere in the building, has taken to wearing combat-gear and camouflaged clothing.
How he expects to blend into the crushed-velvet wallpaper in the hallway whilst dressed as shrubbery really baffles me, but there you go...
Deadfast is nowhere to be found (I have a suspicion that Persuasive Pete has something to do with his absence, but I have no evidence), so I'm left to distract the chef by leaving a trail of pork chops on the stairs.
I would write more but Harold is looking at me and it's making me rather uncomforable.