Feeling sheepish

I thought my days of newborn mothering were done. At 45, I figured I’d never have to crawl out of bed for another 3am feed, or change another nappy, or scrub milk stains out of my pyjamas ever again, but I was wrong.

Four weeks ago, we welcomed Lucy and Maisy – a pair of pet lambs – into our family. Ostensibly my children’s school Ag Day companions, I have bonded to these woolly wee orphans like bidi-bidi seeds to trampers’ socks. On rainy days they snuggle up