Today I was floored by cleaning my teeth. Obviously that is something only the strong can achieve so I hauled my sorry arse back to bed and took some valium to recover. FFS. I am very bored of this. Phone calls on Monday, I think. I can’t go on like this forever. Happily doing nothing and then crunch, pop and completely decked.
Anywho, a few hours later, I went outside to find the meaning of life which is obviously this little lad and his friends. Waffle came up for a scratch and a hug but poor boy he was feeling the unexpected Shetland heat and I could hear his breathing. By tomorrow it will be winter again.
They were all mooching (and yes, I know but I refuse to photoshop for the sake of prettiness.)
The boys were not in the mood to cuddle – they just wanted to stuff their faces with the newly appearing spring grass. I am stopping their feeds now, slowly trickling it down to nothing exciting but I still want to keep them tame so lots of visiting and the vague “training”.
Making the most of the beautiful spring day, I photographed some bumble bees which, on closer inspection, look very infested. I am not sure if this is a good thing or what is doing them in as a species. Poor little buggers – they work so hard and I enjoy hearing them in the garden.
BeAnne rolled in something unspeakable (Eau d’Otter by Channel) when I went out riding. I could smell her from my horse and my eyes watered. She knew this so went swimming in our burn.
My exotic life!