As you can imagine, things have been very hectic down on the farm of late, so apologies for not keeping you updated. A lambent light bathes the lambing fields of Septford. It is indeed a sight of bucolic beauty, of pastoral peacefulness and rural restfulness (it is a long time since we heard from my friend Alliterative Al).
However, sadly we know the short journey these lambs will take. Yet another round of farmyard re-disorganisation has taken place, managers led meekly to their fate with open trusting eyes, only to be confronted by a hideous effigy in corporate colours to which they swear allegiance.
And are the lambs in the field left free to gambol? Sadly not. For the termites of bureaucracy continue to build their hollow palaces, defacing the lambscape with their termitaria and impeding the free movement of livestock and shepherds alike.
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