I'm only blogging about this because it's a nice change from blogging about The Little Madam and television, and because the boy is too lazy to update his own blog...
Something happened to him on his way to work yesterday - a sheep escaped from a nearby abatoir and ran straight into his car. He'd managed to swerve to avoid getting hoofed in the face, but his car has a nice big sheep-shaped dent in it though.
There was some mention of it in Stuff, but anyone expecting to see a mugshot of my man-about-the-house (me, for instance) would have been terribly disappointed. The article basically says there was a sheep limping about on the motorway with a broken leg, possibly caused by a run-in with a motorist. Not so much five minutes of fame, as five minutes more of utter invisibility.
One positive side effect of his facing possible death-by-woolliness, is that he was feeling pretty damned good for the rest of the day. I suppose being grateful for being alive can do that to a person.