Where the ponies eat has descended into revolting welly-boot sucking mud. I clamber about with my buckets hanging onto the ponies� manes to keep me upright as I go. They are very used to me doing this and sweetly...
Where the ponies eat has descended into revolting welly-boot sucking mud.
I clamber about with my buckets hanging onto the ponies� manes to keep me upright as I go. They are very used to me doing this and sweetly stand firm knowing it is the difference between me losing my boots while falling over or not!� I wonder what curse words they know?
I saw something in the sky very briefly this morning while I was doing my last Christmas present and card distribution.
When I went passed the MInions� field, I did my usual head and leg count.
As you can see, the muddy area is where the Minions come up for their breakfast.� I�ve just had a great idea � I will put their bowls on the other side of the field where it is just grass and change them about every morning to avoid the mud.� Why didn�t I think of this sooner?� Duh!
But I am barely talking to Little Herself.� She went off to find polecats while I was feeding the ponies. I shouted and whistled for her as I was leaving but ended up having to clamber up the hill to get her to come home with me.� She knows this was not A Good Thing but I do love the way she sits!� She�s always done this.
And then there was the practice Christmas photo. Oh no.
Not our best.
So I gave up.
