When Martha arrived at the school gates with two black eyes, the other mums exchanged whispers, pitying looks and raised eyebrows. Some were surprised. They’d seen her husband a couple of times when he’d come to pick up his daughter, and he didn’t look the type.
‘They’re all the same,’ one said.
‘Men!’ said another.
‘Men!’ they all chorused.
‘I was trying to chase my sheep back into their pen,’ Martha explained, laughing. ‘They jumped the fence, then one of them jumped me, headbutted me right in the face.’
Surveying the disbelieving looks, Martha shook her head.
‘Women!’ she said.
When I saw the photo there was only one story I could write. Why? Because it’s true! I was brought up on a small farm with Soay sheep (similar to the one in the picture), and Kentish sheep (white, fluffy ones). Whereas the Kentish sheep couldn’t jump for toffee, the Soays could easily clear a five foot fence. My mother was rounding up some escapees one day when one turned and jumped straight at her, knocking her flat on her back and giving her two black eyes. She had a very hard time explaining what had happened. Perhaps we should have traded the sheep in for some of those fainting goats – life would have been a lot simpler, and rumours a lot less rife!
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