You know you have those days when you just can’t get rid of a particular song from your head? What did I do to deserve this? All day, all bloody day, I’ve been humming, singing and whistling
High on a hill was a lonely goatherd
Loud was the voice of the lonely goatherd
Folks in a town that was quite remote, heard
Lusty and clear from the goatherd’s throat heard
Meanwhile, the dogs were last seen making a fast getaway and are now thought to be somewhere south of Canterbury.
p.s. And I’ve had the cheek to put this in the Music category. Heh.
p.p.s. Ever wondered what names for dogs are popular in Canada, France and Belgium? Wonder no more. I can almost go with Bikini, but Tentation? That worries me.