Oohhh my sheep are rustled

Reading the paper, while sipping orange juice, listening to Tom Waits and gently simmering my prawn casserole, I came across this gem.

Sheep rustling in Ramsbottom.
Some credit to the sub-editors for not going for my title, although I shudder to think how the Sun is covering it.
Sheep have been stolen from a field (where else are sheep kept? a sheep-store?), in Ramsbottom. As good as that is, the quote by  the local copper takes the cake:
"...they knew how to handle the sheep..."


Back to the kitchen
me