|Waiting for another walk!|
Every community has a black sheep!
Probably you have heard whispers of black sheep in the family since you were knee-high!
We don’t talk about Uncle Dirk.
Don’t mention cousin Hattie and don’t even whisper whatever happened to Joe?
The shame of the black sheep. Every family of landed gentry has a wayward son or daughter who may or may not sing the nursery rhyme.
Baa, baa black sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir
Three bags full.
One for the master
One for the dame
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.
Well, a few weeks ago the not so distant sound of bleating reached Ms Tagalong’s ears. She knows that Tighes Hill is becoming a village, not just a community but…She opened the front door to be greeted by two young garden poets and a black sheep on a lead.
‘We’re taking her for a walk,’ they said, ‘down to the park.’
‘Right,’ said Ms Tagalong, ‘she’ll like that!’
And that’s how she knows every community has a black sheep!