Sunday 10th

It rained really, really hard today. I could hear my goat desperately bleating in the garden, so I donned my gloriously green raincoat and ran into the garden to rescue him. But as I picked him up, he head-butted me in the face and cut a deep gash in my chin with his pointy little horns.

He's like the bee that stings you when you try and rescue it.

Ungrateful blighter.