What My Wife Puts Up With

So, the two of us are walking quietly along this beautiful, bucolic lane out in the middle of the Abbey enclosure.

"Michele!" says I, "what do you think they call a sheep that belongs to a monastery?"

I pose this cleverly, such that she might be thinking there would be an intelligent answer in return.

"I dunno," she says.

"It must be a Lamb of God!"

I will not post what the response was to this remark.

It's gonna be a long summer for my wife, I am afraid.




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Location:A sheep field outside of Nunraw