Another day and another trip and I am pretty much convinced that I am going to live the rest of my life as a 2 year old. I mean I've lived all my life so far as a 2 year old, so why not carry on.
Today we went to a farm. Whatever next?
And if you thought having your trousers soaked in a log flume whilst crying like a baby was fun, then you obviously haven't fed a sheep some food out of your actual hand. Oh haven't you? I have.
Oh you have fed a sheep out of your actual hand, have you? Well have you fed a goat out of your actual hand? Cos I have done that too. And also a donkey.
It was brilliant, but also a bit scary. What if a sheep bit off my hand? I had to be very brave. Though as it turned out, once again, the 2 year old I was with had no such fear. It seems sheep will pretty much just lick up food from out of your hand. Goats looks a bit more dangerous and wild-eyed, but they were no problem either and donkeys just put their big donkey lips over your hand and suck up the food like some funky-ass hoover. I can't believe I have lived all my life without getting animals to eat stuff out of my hand. It's fucking awesome. I might move on to other animals now. Because so far so good. I am clearly some super-Francis of Assisi and animals naturally love me and don't want to eat my hand, only the food that I put on it. I reckon I can do tigers and polar bears and dinosaurs too. But there were none of those at this weak-arse farm. So I had to content myself with sheep, goats and donkeys. But not the pigs. They looked a bit full on. And there were signs saying that they might bite me.
But if there had been some tigers I'd have fed them, whatever the signs said.
After the excitement of having my appendage sucked and licked by animals it was time to come home. Back to Shepherd's Bush for the first time since July 26th. I was glad to see that my house was still standing and not been burned down by rioters or flooded by the rain or stolen by house thieves. It was nice to see the place again. I had pretty much assumed that the workload in Edinburgh would kill me, so I hadn't anticipated being here again.
So good to be home. But bet I don't feed an animal out of my hand tomorrow.
