I needed a knife to cut back the outer and asked Joice the farmer.. She said in the glove box opened said box and it was crammed with hypodermic syringes and needles she injected her own animals wouldn't have a vet a very individual person..
Couldn't get the penknife ope so she grabs it saying "you Wuss" at that point noticed hare hands they were perfect in every way mine always look manky... It was the lanolin from handling the sheep... Sadly she died last year she had rellies in New Zealand at the funeral the church was packed apparently there was no will she owned many properties and large areas of land both hear and abroad her house is the oldest in the village She told me that on one of her farms their is a dismantled model T Ford and many old motorcycles flat tanks she never got around to showing me... Everything in the area is securely chained up and has survailence cameras... So who knows my son is constantly checking