Being a Saturday, we got to have a lie in until 8.30. We weren't so good at herding sheep as we were with the one cow yesterday- we helped Heather and Dave try and get them out the gate four times, but every time they got near, they decided to run up the hill instead.

Heather's dad had come round to help slaughter some of them, which I actually found really interesting. First of all they broke the sheep's necks, and then slit the throat. Even though they were dead, after a minute or so, their legs started twitching because of all the blood pumping round their bodies. David then put them in a wheelbarrow to take round to the deck where Mark (I think Heather's dad is called) skinned them, and got rid of their limbs and insides. It was quite a good biology lesson!

We had sorted out some goodies from the bread bins, and so Alice shielded her eyes from all the massacring by making everyone tea and coffee and we had Chelsea buns to go with them.

We had a stodgy meal of chips, patties and savoury tomatoes, which me and Alice couldn't stop eating, so it made us very full when Heather made pudding of custard and brandy raisins (to use up the raisins as they had been in the fridge a long time).