Mrs Down's Diary

AGED six, our granddaughter Jessica has already been hired and fired from her first job. A dismal employment record in place. Mind you, she did not have the most tolerant of employers '“ John, or to her, Pappa.

And she was given, as I state in my role of defending attorney, a disproportionate amount of responsibility at a very early stage in her now aborted career.

The job description, given over breakfast, was to help her grandfather feed the lambs. Suitable clothing was provided: a boiler suit and wellies, and transport '“ front seat of the Land Rover.

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Training provision was, as far as I can tell, sketchy. As a result, instead of spreading the feed out along the bottoms of two troughs in the field, Jess tipped the whole lot up in a big pile in one.

Therefore, instead of lambs being able to spread themselves out around four sides of the trough to feed, an unholy scrumdown took place.

As John was stood with her the whole time Jess was never in any danger of being knocked over but John said she was overwhelmed by the speed at which the lambs can appear from the farthest edges of a field once they spot a bag full of grub. "They learn it off their mothers," he said.

For full feature see West Sussex Gazette November 12