Have fallen in love with Sylvia, Beryl and Marjorie! Uncle Desmond thinks they have probably been lost from their flock for some time. He and Aunt Mabel came over for dinner last night. Aunt Mabel was horrified to find Sylvia on the sofa watching Britain’s Got Wind – the latest talent show looking for the next big thing in wind instruments. Beryl was reclining on a beanbag, and Marjorie appeared to be playing Scrabble. I don’t hold with the theory that sheep are not that clever. Have decided to go ahead with building them a shelter in the front garden. I must admit it was a bit of a squash last night after they all decided to pile into bed with me.