Standard end of work day activities.

Collect Himself and dogs from long walk on my way home. Car smells suspiciously of essence of fox poo. On way back spot a chubby little escapee lamb running up and down the outside of his field bleating for his Ma. Stop car with hazards flashing and we both chase the little bugger up and down the road in a pincer movement. Benny Hill sketch ends with Himself rugby tackling the beast in a gorse bush and hoiking it back over the fence, as a perfect arc of lamb piss makes contact with the front of his walking trousers. Car now has added fragrance which, oddly, rather complements the original aroma.