Alps jelous of your nights off. I am getting to the stage where I am seriously thinking 4 months of full time work starting with the 5 weeks of retraining and the 4 days of exams before I can settle back down into my cosy job will be worth it for the couple of nights a month uninterrupted sleep and the ability to go to the pub when I feel like it. LG has slept better for the last couple of nights, but there is room for improvement yet, and it would help if TT didn't come waltzing into the bedroom at 6am to show us her princess dress (thanks, Cluck!)
I'm waving a 'get well' wafty hand in the direction of all poorly babes. Tis truly crap to have a poorly one to look after.
As for the racehorse, I had a very therapeutic hour today telephoning the vet, the farrier, the insurance company, the wormer people, the feed merchant etc, and telling various riding club committee friends about MJ. All of them shocked. Some of them were glad of the heads-up. Some of them commented that she had called them earlier last week to get racehorse's records transferred into her name, including in one case attempting to get access to the remainder of the year's wormers. I did offer to transfer the worming course over to her, but that was because it makes sense to have a horse on my land wormed correctly. The second she left that was no longer an option for her, but what a cheek! I have also been attempting to get in touch with the local hunt master to lean on him to stick up for his subscribers. The only masters with balls in the hunt seem to be those wearing lipstick. Cluck and I are off out sans girls with the neighbouring lot tomorrow. Picnic in the car! And finally, the planning people seem to be listening to me at last. Getting a visit on Wednesday to look at my bricks. Yee-ha, I know how to live!
Last bit of good news, little horse is settling down, bless him.
Now. I'm off to give the village hall bloke a bit of a verbal kicking. This is making me feel so much better!